The mechanical maiden reached into her memory banks for a moment,  trying to pull information about Itzpapalotl fourth.  She had heard the name before,  she was programmed with a rather impressive amount of information.  Most of it dealt with various evil spirits, demons,  and known members of the brood.  Most of that data though,  was essentially useless now that she was aligned with the very forces she had been created to destroy.   "I know but a little Corrine,  mostly it is information gathered from myths and hearsay  which is not often correct."  She stated rather matter of factly.<br/><br/>Elohim found her hand drifting,  those mechanical digits moved forward and and pressed softly against Corrine's cheek,  slowly she began to stroke the soft flesh allowing herself to increase the sensitivity of her sensors so she could explore the warmth and softness of the young woman's form with the benefit of greater then human feeling.  She reveled in such contact,  the skin to steel sensation that until rather recently she found odd...  but,  now she understood the purpose...  sharing touch is suppose to bring comfort to both parties.  She had discovered such when she lay on the charred remains of dirt, with her life seeping from her body...  when the beautiful psychic vampire held her to her chest.<br/><br/>Then she was offered the knife,  she looked down upon it and back to the beautiful girl.  She hesitated for a moment,  she did not understand rites,  and it felt awkward to her to offer up any form of ritual to any deity, even YAWHEW,  she was a being with no real life force,  her prayer's were meant to leave the human's souls unfettered,  not... in the spirit of the deity.  What's more, she didn't know if she could bring herself to harm Corrine...  but,  she could tell that the smaller woman needed this.  That,  this ritual was somehow very important even if she could not understand its purpose.  So,  metal fingers took the hilt of the knife and slid it from Corrine hands.<br/><br/>For a moment,  she lifted the weapon so she could better look upon.  She inspected the edge,  sensors gauged the weapon's strength and breaking point,  balance.  She tossed it once into the air,  just to measure the arc the weapon would take before she caught it once more.  It was a fine weapon...  if not primitive she had not heard of obsidian being used as a weapon for quite some time.  Perhaps though,  that was the point of the ancient tool...  a connection to the past, which the creature bound would understand.  It was idle speculation,  so she put it out of her head.<br/><br/>"I will assist you,  though I do this for you, not the creature within you.  I want this to be known before I take part."  She said.  and watched as the woman stepped away.  The machine,  found her gaze lingering on the illuminated form of Corrine, gazing at her beauty outlined.  Her polychromatic orbs never once looked away.<br/><br/>Then,  she was bared from the waist up.  Once more she felt that warm organic heat growing within her.  Her cheeks blushed heavily,  and it crept down to her own breasts.  Those dual colored orbs drank in the sight.  She felt...  so odd.  She wanted to reach out, to caress those perfect breasts.<br/><br/>Once more they were near each other,  Elohim could feel the heat of the other woman's body,  she could smell the intoxicating aroma of her flesh.  When Corrine moved to kiss her,  she moved forward too...  she felt the full mounds pressing against her own breasts nipples brushing against the fabric of her garment...  and her own started to go hard and visible beneath the tight material.  She moaned weakly into the kiss,  and then...  something rather awkward happened she felt something warm and wet dripping down the pseudoflesh of her thighs.  The warm liquid,  seemed to shimmer in the light with a silvery sheen, though it was mostly quite clear.  She felt so... so odd,  she couldn't explain it...  she had no reference for this.<br/><br/>And the feeling only became more intense as the woman removed the last of her clothing revealing milky white flesh,  she let out a shivering,  unsure where such a reaction came from...  she didn't even have to breath.  She bit down hard on her lower lip, drawing fourth a flow of silver,  she tasted it metallic tang and its frosty cold on her tongue and lips.  The hand not brandishing the weapon brushed across her own inner thigh,  feeling the odd liquid against her metallic hand.  Her own touch made her shiver..<br/><br/>Elohim seen Corrine lay down upon the altar,  and moved towards her.  She lifted herelf onto it,  straddling her lover's waist and rested herself there,  the blazing heat of her body quite apparent,  and the dampness of her body was soon apparent as she let her weight rest on the smaller woman.  She looked down,  her entire body was trembling a faint sheen of what might be considered sweat was covering her fleshy parts.  She was...  confused...  what was this feeling?<br/><br/>Her normally steady hand held the knife out shaking,  and gently pressed it against the skin of Corrine's wrist.  She leaned her body forward just looking down with large rather overwhelmed looking eyes,  her golden hair formed a curtain around the two of them.  "I do this for you..."  She whispered,  and she focused on steadying her hand,  and she slowly drew it over the skin,  cutting through flesh and releasing the flow of blood,  she held the knife to her own chest,  her whole body quaking.  She hand not holding the blade,  stroked the woman's cheek sliding downward for a moment, to touch her breast...  she caught herself before she made contact.<br/><br/>Was that it?  She wondered to herself.