"Come, baby,"
"Stop pretending, we both know why you've come to me,"
"Are you ready to be baptized with the Blood of Barthor?"
Sif stood motionless in her spot.
A few minutes later,
she tremblingly grasped Lutisia's hand.
The latter arched an eyebrow:
"Are you that scared?"
Sif's teeth gently chattered, and a sickly smile crept onto her face:
"Not scared."
"Just a bit excited."
"Hehehe..."
Lutisia's smile deepened:
"I like your laughter, that's how you should laugh."
"Demons should laugh this way."
"We are to make the people of the World fear us, submit to us, and hold the true Strength in our own hands."
"Come, I'll take you to the volcano top..."
In the middle of speaking,
Lutisia led Sif to the volcano crater behind the castle.
The lava within the belly of the mountain churned violently.
Thick steam rose up.
"Don't be afraid of the heat."
"Every member of the Blood Robes family has gone through such a baptism."
"I believe you can make it through."