Corrine's eyes met with the dual multichromatic flicker of those softly sentient orbs that pulsated beneath the delicate glittering cascade of golden hair, that wafted softly, as the gently heated currents of air from the flickering fire of the candles caught against them both within the close confines of the bare rocked walled sanctuary.  She felt it, deep within the sanctuary of her chambers, caught within the ebb and flow of the temporal tides of the planets very blood she was safe... hidden... free from all prying eyes, even the dark gods themselves held no sway within the vibrant writhing seas of energy that carried them.  Corrine turned her gaze towards the ancient stone alter set against the far wall of the chamber, her fingers softly glided down the sculpted form of feminine grace before her and coming to rest gently against her hip, gently... purposefully, her fingers idly stroked against her.<br/><br/>"What do you know of Itzpapalotl...?"  Corrine knew well that Elohim's knowledge was extensive and likely she knew much of what there was to know about the ancient texts that made reference to the 'Obsidian knife butterfly', but she spoke on..."She was one of the Tzitzimime, the powerful and dangerous star daemons that ruled over the dark paradise of Tamoanchan, a place built from sacrificed blood and bones... she is the last of her kind, her fierce countenance expresses the blackest aspects of nature found in the darkest aspects of man, resulting in death and destruction... she exhaults in transformation and aches to walk the earth once more.  She hopes to use me to this end... but..."<br/><br/>The candles nearest the alter flared as the air shifted about her... "After today she has begun to push against the binding that holds her in place..." for a moment her gaze flickered, painfully aware of the broken shattered eyes that looked upon the beauty of Elohim, and aware that, through the swirling cracks, that the ancient looked on too... Corrine slipped the blade from her waist, the flickering light played over the hilt and the ancient curse it bore etched into it, the deep black of the blade glittered a fiery orange along the edge... Corrine held the blade in her hand, feeling the delicate pinch of its dark edge as she offered it to Elohim hilt first... The blue of her her eyes shivered in the shadows as the rolling stream of fire beneath the cracks in her gaze seemed to ebb and flow... "There is a ritual I need to perform... my love... but I... cannot do it on my own, I need you to wield the blade for me..." Corrine's eyes narrowed, their expression almost pleading, fully aware that she was asking a lot of her but knowing that she could trust no one better to so precisely and perfectly use the knife... especially with the delicacy that would be needed at the cut that needed to be made...<br/><br/>She pulled softly from her... her fingers gently trailed across her hip before they broke from the soft cooling touch of her body and she took the few steps across to the alter.  She turned her gaze to the ancient relief upon it, her words a base whisper as she stood before them, her head dipped a little as her fingers reached out and splayed across the aged rock, it felt warming to the touch and it seemed as though the sparking soul energy of Itzpapalotl flared for a moment, casting deepedning shadows across the rugged walls and highlighting Corrines slender form in a momentary aura of blue light...<br/><br/>"Ahuia queyamica xinechiuaya, temoquetl aitlatol, aniquiya ilhuiquetl, tetzauhpilla niyayalizqui aya y chocaya."<br/><br/>The quiet of her broken blue eyes seemed to flicker all the more as the words spoken in ancient tongue reached deep into the ethereal mist that surrounded them... she turned softly to Elohim... "I need you to help me sate her a little more, the life blood is at its richest from the wrist..." she paused... running her thoughts across her mind... "I cannot do this myself, can I ask of you that you perform the ceremony and draw the blood from my body...?"  with a slight saddness to her gaze she returned her focus to the alter and spoke softly once more... preparing for what was to come...<br/><br/>"Itzpapalotl maniyauia, nia nia poliuiz, ni yoatzin achalchiuhtla noyollo, ateucuitlatl nocoyaitaz, noyolceuizqui tlacatl achtoquetl tlaquauaya, otlacatqui yautlatoaquetl ouiya."<br/><br/>She pulled back from the alter and returned to the soft figure of her Elohim...Her fingers caught aganst the buckles of her jacket, her eyes never left the all encompassing gaze of Elohim as she flicked open each catch, exposing the white pale flesh of her torso, the gentle swell of her breasts for a moment hidden by the black leather as it hung limply from her shoulders... Corrine's eyes never left those of her lovers, she was too enraptured by her quiet gaze.. too absorbed by the peace of the moment within the confines of the hidden chamber... She flexed her shoulders a little and shrugged the jacket from her body, it fell to the floor and exposed the soft blush of her breasts, her nipples appearing a little taut in the orange half light that pulsated around them both, a thin dried crimson line still visible across her breast and above the place where her heart would be.  She reached out, her fingers brushing a delicate line down across the lithe maidens cheek as she raised herself on to her toes and placed a kiss against those soft cool lips, the warming flush of her naked breasts pressed for a moment against Elohim's chest... her nipples reacting to the closeness of their delicate embrace... she pulled away, her breathing a little quicker, her pulse a little faster...<br/><br/>Her hand slipped lower... catching against the belt around her waist, flicking the buckle and feeling the sudden weakening of the grip of her trousers around her hips.  She slipped her hand between her skin and the dark leather and shuffled them down, feeling them glide past her legs and to the floor... she stepped from them, her body soft and pale, a cooling orange glow dancing across her naked skin as she stood before the lithe figure of the woman before her, she returned to the alter, her eyes never leaving her lovers as she pulled herself upon it... and rested on her back feeling the silent coolness of the rock press into her, her hand palm facing upwards, her wrist poised gently over the channel that drained deep into the hidden depths of the ancient rock... she smiled softly and spoke...<br/><br/>Her words a hushed whisper...<br/><br/>"Ahuia tlacochcalco notequioa ayayui nocaquia tlacatl, ya nechyapinauia, ayaca nomati, nitetzauiztli, auia, ayaca nomati niya, yautla, aquitoloc tlacochcalco notequioa Elohim, iuexcatlatoa ay nopilchan."<br/><br/>Corrine's shimmering eyes met with Elohim's, her heart aching as she gazed up at her... "I listen to no god, nor can any put me to shame, I know none such, I am the Terror, I know none other, I am where war is, my work is the hall within the arms of my love Elohim, let no curse reach me." she spoke softly in explanation of her silent invocation...<br/><br/>The candles flickered briefly, the crackle of energy coursed a little deeper along her arm as though expectant, almost as though it had been awoken by the darkened edge to her words...