Corrine had little understanding of the technology utilised in the dark laboratories and fashioned through the use of ancient alchemical arts long since forgotten except by those select few… but she felt a tingle at her words.  Corrine had witnessed the might of Elohim’s power first hand, to call her the weapon of the Gods was no misapprehension, but the thought of her power now augmented by the dark arts sent a shiver through her… and yet here she sat… still beholden with an innocent air, she smiled softly…<br/><br/>The cracked broken eyes of Corrine watched her intently as the mechanical female placed her hand across her new eye and seemed to reach within her own thoughts, as though hampered by some troubling ideal, she was about to ask her of her concerns when she dropped her hand and regarded her once more with the soft yielding glow of her blue orb and the newly flowing fire of her replacement eye… the simple question that came from her lips speared through her already fragile emotional state…<br/><br/>The feelings that had swamped her on the field of battle when she turned to see the sight of Elohim broken at her feet… would forever burn in her memory, but they would be matched alongside the delicate innocence that she could see in her face now as she asked.  Corrine said nothing… she said nothing because she felt that if she tried to speak, any words that came from her lips would be cracked and broken…<br/><br/>The writhing energy arced around her arm as she raised it slowly; she never once took her eyes from the gaze of the woman before her… she tenderly reached around the back of her head, the glittering energy danced across the both, casting across them a writhing mask of shadow and light around their unity…<br/><br/>Her fingers feathered through the shimmering golden hair that fell from her like the steaming trail of a comet, gently lacing through until she softly cupped the back of her head, she was already close, but now Corrine leaned towards her slowly, her broken cracked eyes fixed softly against her, until the flickered shut…Her lips pressed against Elohim’s, the delicate touch of hers against the coolness of the dark angels ‘skin’, her mouth moved gently against her…<br/><br/>Kissing her….<br/><br/>She moved softly against her for a moment more… before pulling away, her eyes opened and she looked into those eyes, each holding its own beauty for her, she smiled… Corrine bore her scars, both physical and emotional as well as those born from sins unrequited.  As she kissed her, she had allowed her mind to melt into the cool oblivion within and felt touched by the peace within her.<br/><br/>“Elohim….” Her voice wavered, the allure of those eye’s hadn’t gone unnoticed by her.. “You are beautiful…”<br/>