A vivid, piercing azure, like the summer sky at midday, flooded his vision. Beyond the grand magic she'd woven in its intricate pattern of golds, beyond the crimson crest of the seat of Azem she'd invoked to release the limiters that the Convocation placed upon their magicks, Apollo's soul still shone, singularly bright, a clear sky defying oppressive night.
The sight of her like this, near-fully clad in her power, sent a shiver of awe through Hades every time. How could one look away? She had not even transformed, and yet he was transfixed.
Suddenly, she turned to him, the golden waves of her hair floating in the aetherlight of their magic circles. She reached out her hand to him, her eyes alight behind Azem's crest.
"What say you, Emet-Selch? Might I convince you to lend me your strength?"
#AzemApril Day 2: Soul
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"Invitation"
โค๏ธโ Azem/Emet-Selch
๐ Rating: G
๐ 229 words
Emet-Selch gets another glimpse of Azem's soul.
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