After a few breaths of continued failure, the cunt fast forwarded the domain around her and had worn again the rotten appearance of an aged crone.
It did not stop there as it went further still, until she was re bones and skin. A mummified existence that was only seen in the horrors of the plague.
She did not touch the natural balance of things but only focused near her surroundings, specifically on the proximity of her own body.
Off she went further and further away while continuously battling an unseen enemy.
I rely smiled through it all and waited for ti to heal . Though i was still immovable but as the seconds went by, her hold on began to loosen up.
And a few breaths later, i finally regained the use of my faculties.
"Ti to end this." i concluded and raised my left hand up.
"Soul Corruption."
* * *
"BOOM!" a whistling sound resonated near and within a re breath, a long horizontal object rushed towards . Only to stop re inches from my body.
I held the thing up and marveled at the strange runes that ran along its length. Truly a rare craft, i concluded.
"Co." i whispered into the dark night around .
"BANG!" another deafening sound greeted my ears and imdiately after, i finally witnessed the prize that has always been with ever since she arrived and made bleed.
"How are you doing this?" the pitiful old creature asked. There were tears in her eyes. And more than that, blood oozed out from her sorry form as it evaporated ceaselessly even as we speak.
Still, i admired her. For even now surrender never appeared in her mind. The bitch kept on fighting as she gave everything she ever possessed. Even at the expense of her own body and soul.
The withered grandma was certainly an image worthy of note as one of the ghastliest scenes I've ever witnessed in my long life.
"Don't you rember this?" i smiled and lent her the weapon in my hands.
She tried to grab it with her broken hands and failed a couple of tis before successfully touching her old companion. But alas, even the mory of it was slowly receding from her mind.
This was because of the mystery of my technique, Soul Corruption. Anything that grazed my body would be under my bidding.
Even a simple item that can connect to its owner would not be saved by the influence of my power.
This was one of the three mightiest abilities under my possession and I was glad that it did not fail to give a positive result.
I could have taken her the mont she decapitated but prudence had always taken control of my insanity first and foremost.
I had to determine if she was of value to my own before i reveal so of my cards to the multitudes of prying eyes around . I smiled and congratulated myself for a good find indeed.
Ti Manipulation would be a great addition to my ever growing arsenal. The options from now on was certainly not limited to this catch.
"Rise and be reborn!" i said in a loud voice.
"BANG!" the crumpled figure of the old hag beneath my feet regained its forr glory. The essences of ti embraced her form and renewed the vigor of spirit that i once used to see upon her person.
But this was different from the last. I did not make her recover to that hoary witch's persona. That was disgusting to say the least. What i commanded her to return to was of course the scene of her pri.
Her hair was purple, her eyes were cold and she had sported prideful brows on her beautiful face.
Gone was the ordinary dress and what replaced them was a skirt and a thin tight shirt that matched the colors on her head.
Her breasts were pushed upwards that offered blatantly the twin treasures that she offered everyone in spades. Lucia was definitely a tight cunt in her youth.
Though she could have used this gorgeous guise from the very beginning but she chose not to. Curious.
"Why do you hide behind that rotten form before?" i asked. Though i could have read her mind but where was the fun in talking to myself.
"Saves from the perverts, master. And..." she paused and i heard her imprisoned soul roared as she wept miserably at the sa ti.
Any other ti i would pitied her but right now, that was absolutely far from my mind.
"And what? Continue."
"NOOOOOOO! PLEASE!" the echoes of her lant was strong but i cared not for her woes. That was hers to begin with and not mine.
"I only want my husband to see my real face." the unemotional voice of the lovely lady answered back.
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" the real Lucia wept in such an agonizing manner. It was botherso so I tuned her out from my senses.
"Really? Where is he?" i resud by asking.
"He left." my toy Lucia replied and looked at the myriad spheres beyond this reality.
"So he had gone to see what was out there. STUPID!"
"HAHAHA!"
"HAHAHA!"
"HAHAHA!" my laughter rang in the void and I closed my eyes as I counted the seconds off.
I wondered when was the last ti i laughed this hard because the show of mirth was alien even to my own ears. A few breaths of maniacal laughter and still, no change happened.
The prey has not bitten the hook. Sad but not totally unfortunate.
"Why do you hesitate, woman?" were my first words after a full minute of malevolent jollity. My question was ignored. So i said again.
"Here. Take it." I recaptured the wooden cane from the hands of Lucia and threw it at a far distance. The shimring runes winked out of existence into the unknown location it was currently sailing through.
Again. No takers. What a pity.
"Will you co?" i started once more.
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