Day-2 Corruption

"Welcome back,"

Mahon lay silent in front of the angel, his dazzling ethereal wings lighting up the darkness.

"You've lost hope, understandable."

Seraphiel stared down at mahon, the dark hair sprawled across the floor.

"I've lost hope before,"

"It's gone, I failed."

"It was a nice sword,"

"I'm starting to forget… I can't remember his face any more, his words are distant. The only thing that brought it back was the sword. And now that's gone."

"It's not gone, just lost."

"How could I get it back? My powers were revoked against humans, I can only use a fraction. Even if I keep reviving, I can't beat him. Even with a broken arm, he is far stronger than I can hope to be."

"How would you beat him lying down?"

"It's less tiring than being killed standing up."

"But more painful," Seraphiel clicked his fingers, the dark illuminated with Mahon's vision. Blood crawling across his eyes, coating the world in red, feet trampling over his corpse. Swords being thrown to his stomach. A horrifying sight of mahon's dishevelled, broken body. Blood pouring out, his limbs scattered.

"Do you not care about the others,"

"What can I do?"

"Stop focusing on yourself, you may lose memories, but right now you are losing friends."

"I can't keep getting up, I can't"

"That's fine, you don't have to. You just have to get up once more, you just need to get up when your loved ones need you. Anything else is your chance."

"And if I can't?"

"Then, I'll push you, drag you… kicking and screaming if need be."

"Fine, lend me your power,"

"Save your friend… our friend, and I'll remind you… I'll remember, I'll remember everything, every smile that you let out… every tear, every laugh, every scream, every ounce of pain, and every second of happiness, all the pain and all the joy I'll carry it all with me for you, so don't worry about pathetic things like a sword, just worry about you, and this world."

Mahon woke up, pain rushing through his body immediately, and the shock took hold, pulling every sword from him, the sharp stab from each blade crashing through him. Then he stared up, a bewildered soldier looking back,

"Breathe on me, breath of God, fill me with life anew, That I may love what Thou dost love, And do what Thou wouldst do."

Mahon's body grew, his heart pounding blood through his body like a drum, his muscles growing and tensing, veins bursting through his skin and forcing him into a hunched position, his hands shifting into claws and the nails growing into sharp talons.

"sanguis dei me corruptus"