Corrine watched the graceful sway of the mechanic weapon as she made her way through the rift she held open… her gaze fixed for a moment before her thoughts shook her and she stepped through into her chamber, as she did so she drew back her psionic hold on the primordial granite, feeling the resurgence of the molecular pattern reform in her wake as the mineral silicates bound once more in their aged union… neither really needed ‘light’ in order to see the bare rock walls and simple alter that dominated the far end of the room, but the candles sparked into faint life as she entered, casting a languid orange glow across the walls…<br/><br/>Corrine walked towards the alter, her fingers deftly flicked along the row of leather buckling that secured the leather jacket, as the last one freed the garment hung loosely from her shoulders, and a band of pale skin ran down her body, the faintest rise of her breasts just visible beneath the soft black leather… she shrugged her shoulders free of their covering and the jacket fell into a soft heap on the floor at her ankles.  She turned her gaze to the side… her eyes taking in the feminine physique of Elohim… the glimmer of her strikingly blue ‘eyes’ seemed so vibrant… she returned her attention to the alter, her head dipping slightly…<br/><br/>Her hand dipped to the hilt of the blade nestled within her waistband and she withdrew the purity of the obsidian blade, holding it up for a moment and watching the fired flicker of the candle play across it.   Her free hand rose up and cupped the soft rise of her left breast… her fingers splayed a little as she moved the blade to her pale skin.<br/><br/>“A blood sacrifice Elohim…” she spoke by way of explanation, unsure if the ethereal comprehension of it was something that she knew… but it felt like it didn’t matter to her, she felt that she wanted to explain to her, that perhaps, in light of the fact she had offered to go with her, that she owed her the explanation…<br/><br/>“The ancient within me requires a blood sacrifice…” she continued as she held the blade a fraction from the soft pale flesh of her breast… “It is little different to my own fate; truly… several centuries ago my mortal flesh was consigned to the tempest within this planet.  My body and soul caught in the maelstrom eddies of the very spark of life… as a soul is cast to the abyss it brings its pain and suffering with it… and somewhere, anywhere the life force of the planet touches upon a newborn and fills it with soul fire at its core and so the cycle continues… it is this great on going sacrifice that sustains the planet Elohim… and the ancients knew this, only they used blood in its place…”<br/><br/>She pressed the finely honed edge of the blade against her skin, which immediately parted a little and crimson trickle began to run in rivulets down her fair body, the rich red contrasting sharply against her ashen skin… Corrine’s head lolled backwards as she ran the edge straight across the swell of her breast above her heart… she pulled the blade free and flicked it to her side, sending a smattering of red drops to the floor.<br/><br/>The blood began to flow from her… her chest heaved breathlessly as she stepped to the alter; the red run from her body trickling into the roughly carved stone channels that drained the blood deep into the ancient monument… “It… is my act of… penitence.” She hissed through gritted teeth… “my offer of truce to her…”<br/>