(Synn)<br/><br/>Azurine bolted upright and wide awake. She held her hand against her chest as she fought to get in a deep breath. She had awoken from a night terror yet she could not recall what it was about, just that she was scared. Once that sharp intake of breath gave her relief, she rubbed her temples. A headache was forming. It was then that she looked at her skin, her veins. They remained black as night and slightly protruding as if they were pressed against her skin trying to break free.<br/><br/><br/>She got out of bed and walked over to the mirror that was attached to her vanity. Her whole naked form looked like this. Tears welled up in her eyes as she growled. He had impregnated her with his darkness. She could feel it crawling across her flesh like small bugs feasting on the dead. Her hair had strands of black running through it but much of it was still white. She was pale, almost translucent.<br/><br/><br/>She went to her closet and found a set of clothing. She quickly got dressed and then returned to the vanity. She sat down on the padded stool and stared into the mirror before her gaze fell on the small figurine of a man holding a broadsword. She smiled softly as she caressed the statue that was no bigger than the palm of her hand.<br/><br/><br/>“Gods I miss you father” she said as she picked up the figurine and held it. However, her anger started to boil over at the present emotion of abandonment and she closed her hand into a fist, crushing the figurine into dust. She poured the dust onto the vanity and wiped the tears from her eyes. She stood up and headed out towards the throne room.<br/><br/>--------------------------------------------------------------------------<br/><br/>“Your emotions always got the best of you boy!” Lunarela snapped as she drew her blades and stood to the side.<br/><br/><br/>As Zion charged, she waited with a grin on her face until he swung to strike. At that moment she leapt into the air, causing him to miss completely, then landed down onto his back and knocked the wind out of him. She stomped on his back one more time for good measure before she held her blade to his throat as she wrapped her other hand in his hair.<br/><br/>“You’re supposed to be dead Zion! What the fuck?!” Then she removed the blade and slammed his head into the concrete.