Petra, free of most of the assault by the watchful protection of Yesod, watches the sparks dance. It is a special sort of beauty, to see constellations of fire be broadcasted into the darkness. Siorey's whip ignites little nebulae of orange light, and as they fade into the darkness, Petra sees the ...

The hand on hers makes her start. The lips on her knuckles make her blush. She is unused to such contact. She is not ready for it. She shudders at the touch, but does not retract her hand. She is patient with it, determined to outlast the sign of affection. Determined to enjoy it. Pulling away, she...

"I am always showing emotion. I am an open book. Just... one written in a different language." Yesod shudders, and her stenographer-demon notes the words. She is attended by a demonic host, even as she is coddled and held by a woman twice her size. She is watched by the inferno, even as s...

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I have a desire to proceed!

Petra marvels. To be able to touch something I can only barely possess. To see it so clearly, with eyes unclouded. What a wonder he is! What a gift he has! Jealousy burns in her. It is a great bonfire, but it is a meager spark compared to the blaze of pride she has in her ward. The smile on her fac...

Petra's breath hitches in her throat as she is picked up. Her skin prickles where hands grab it. It is such a rare thing, human contact. So utterly unfamiliar, after so long without. It is a difficult memory to rely on, and her body is not ready for the unfamiliarity. She shudders, and inches back,...

Petra makes no preparations for the second level. Yesod is behind her, and moves closer. It stands right behind her, its arms half-wrapped around her, protective, watchful, on-guard. It is her protection, it is all she needs. She nods, and continues. Yesod haunts her steps, never straying far. &quo...

Petra recoils slightly as her portal snaps shut. She winces with pain as the Aether is pulled from her, but it is not so bad. She has been through worse, far worse. She shakes her hand slightly, wrings it with her other, and glares at the spot of air where she had pulled the universes together, wit...

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