Corrine rested her hands flat against the ancient stone, the knife discarded upon it, the red tinged edge glistening against the ebb and flow of flickering candlelight.  Slowly her breathing began to soften… her eyes closed as she weathered the radiant stream of pain that encircled her body… the crackling arc around her arm appeared to ebb and flow with the seep of her blood, she was consumed by the fire within and was unaware of Elohim suddenly at her side.<br/><br/>The fervour of her bloodletting was unexpectedly speared with the cooling soft communion of her touch.  Corrine gasped and felt a faint shiver run through her as the void of her silent mind sent as great a wave through her as the chill of metal against her heated skin.  Her eyes bolted open, her lips dry and breathless as her cold touch softly feathered across her breast before pulling away.<br/><br/>She regarded her with a faint breathless smile as she ‘tasted’ her blood, a curious flicker of a feeling shivered its way through her body, something wavered within her, something … almost… primal.  She shook her head free of the thought, but the faint glimmer of it lingered on.<br/><br/>Corrine smiled… “What do you know of the soul Elohim?” she allowed the question to hang for a moment… “Itzpaplotl was one of the ancient spirits of the old world… the goddess of fate and death…. When the old ways fell, all that she was, was abandoned in the ‘blood’ of the planet.  When I fell, my living soul shone like a fire in the sky and she sought me out and used the life energy to bind with me.  She bequeathed me both her gifts and her curse, it is a delicate balance inside me and she is growing restless.  With my psychic ability I can bind her deep in my mind… I can sate her thirsts at my blades edge… but…I doubt I can ever absolve my sins” her thoughts drifted away as the faint edge of memory fluttered within.<br/><br/>Once the calm descended on her she moved to retrieve her garment… “I cannot admit to the others Elohim… I have seen the looks they give me, they see me as a liability perhaps… and, likely they are right.  Should she break free...” She sighed and slid her jacket on…<br/>