The Cursed Item And The Blood Of A God

The arms of agony, they reached for Mercedes' body. Being forced into their embrace, the merchant reluctantly stepped into their length and was swiftly plucked in. Darkness enveloped her the moment she was inside the vault, there was no ground to stand on, just darkness stretching as far as the eyes could see. But then came a glimmer of hope, far away yet the only thing that could be her guide. 

Floating through the darkness, her own body merged with the essence of the place, she reached for the item–a blood-filled goblet with a blooming necroflower. Holding it in her darkness-merged flesh, she felt its weight bending the world around her. However, for some reason as she began pulling herself back to the entrance, the weight lightened but the blood inside the goblet began to rot.