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My body gleamed with the water, my pale blue blood created a colorful lighting effect as the sun shone over the standing buildings, rising from the East. My armor was in a heap and my body was hard at work struggling to heal itself. My weapons were far away from my grasp and I could hardly move. My legs didn't want to move, my left arm was useless. My wings beaten and bruised. Demonic ichor was a bitch to get off, excuse my language Lord. My mind was ablaze. I was tired, weak, vulnerable. That Hellhound was alive and a few feet away with no healing abilities. I felt sorrow and hurt in my heart for it. I furrowed my eyebrows, clicking my tongue and gently, with a raspy voice calling to it. It crawled to me.

This would make my strife take even longer, but I grabbed it up in my right arm, pulling it in close. A large gash opened on my chest and a peculiar ray of light shown from the sky, the creature licked my fingers as it's wound almost instantly began to heal. The light subsided. I began to drift off, it was uncontrollable. I knew I was subject to the elements, now.