Dalia stopped short when she saw Shea strapped to a table, much of her muscle had been cut away to reveal white bone and pools of blood. Even a full fleged demon wouldn't be able to live very long with that much blood loss. What cold she do? She was only human after all...<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">No... That's not all I am...</span>Dalia thought stubbornly to herself. It could very well kill her, but she was willing to risk it. At least it would make up for most if not all of her past. Focusing on that fateful day, when she and Mira became one, she visualized how the demon's soul had looked. A slithering orb of black lit with a golden light. It had reeked of sweet, sticky blood and felt like tendrils of oil seeping, or out, of her veins.<br/><br/>She hardly noticed it when Mira's soul had oozed from her body and began congregating to Shea. Dalia also didn't notice it when Shea's muscle and skin regenerated on her body from Mira's soul. But, most of all, she didn't notice when she slunk to the floor, her face like a porcalin doll.