Sarah/Midnight

A heavily crippled Helos was groaning aloud as be dipped himself repeatedly in what looked like a dark ink. A bath full of that thick, sticky liquid.

With every dip , parts of his body, repaired itself. He walked out of his revival bath, youthful and vibrant, no longer a crippled man.

His body charred with the toxicity of his rituals. His body succumbed under the load of the dark forces that Helos ushered to aid his evil missions.

He walked straight to his room, staring at himself, naked in the mirror, admiring his newly formed skin, touching his wrinkle free facial features.

Just then something dropped in the background, with a loud thud.

" Sarah? What is this behavior? How can you drop in like this? "

He turned around to face her, cloaking his private parts with the snap of a finger in a dark leather.

" It's Midnight... Don't call me by that facade that you force me to put up..... Now hurry up and give me my bottle. I am starving.... I am dying.... "

She did not look like the