<em> “But, perhaps . . .   It is my desire as well.” </em><br/><br/>Those words still echoed even now in her head with an almost haunting quality, she was almost sure of a subtle difference in her voice when she spoke them and the sight of her eyes closing had shocked her… it had seemed an almost… ‘emotional’ act…<br/><br/>Corrine’s eyes drifted with the flow of the dark mechanical angel’s arm as a thin blade slipped silently from within and she pressed it against the soft ‘flesh’ of her breast.  The dermal layer parted and her gaze fixed against the thin trickle of shimmering silver that ran along her softly curved feminine design… there was a gentle patter as the fluid dripped onto the stone floor… but all she could focus on was the ‘look’ of her eyes as she bought her finger, laced with her ‘blood’ up to her cheek…<br/><br/>The chill of the fluid arced through her skin; her mouth fell open at its touch as she felt a cold fire wash across her.  The symbolism of her touch powerful enough to evoke ancient buried memories, memories drawn from the Mayan herself…<br/><br/><em>… memories of the eve of war… of willing sacrifice held taut against the alter as the priest tore their beating heart from their chest and cast it into the sacrificial flame… the victims fresh blood used to paint the faces of the warriors… instilling in them the essence of the gods…</em><br/><br/>As her finger laced her cheek with the chilled fluid she felt a peaceful unity with her and smiled softly as she asked her question… her slender fingers rose to rest against Elohim’s for a moment… before moving to touch against the now stilled wound at her breast…<br/><br/>“It is… beautiful…”<br/><br/>Corrine’s eyes fixed with the glittering vibrant shimmer of Elohim’s own, the shared gaze marking some deep understanding as she softly repeated her words…<br/><br/>“We go to war….”<br/><br/>She retuned to the wall… her fingers outspread against the ancient rock, feeling the cold bitter taste of history.  The swirling eddies of the lifestream bent at her will, bringing the ancient chamber back in phase with the arcane reality of the Abyss.  Her eyes flickered closed as she felt the strength in her body surge, a result perhaps of the peace found through the bloodletting and the appeasement of the ancient Mayan bound within her… but on the fringes of her conscious thought she knew that it was rare for her to attain such a level of peace from such an act as she was feeling at this moment… she glanced back at Elohim, the shapely feminine grace of her body and the quiet in her ‘eyes’ belied the power and destruction of which she was more than capable...<br/><br/>Corrine smiled back to her as she held the rift open…<br/>