"You will see again, Micolash. I will ensure that you will. I promise it, in fact. And a demon's promise is binding."
Abysa does as Micolash wordlessly wishes, and pulls him to be seated on his lap. One needs no arms, nor does Micolash need to strain his weak and torn muscles to move, he is simply swept into a more comfortable position by the priest's psychic manipulation. Abysa finds this arrangement much more comfortable for him as well, able to pull a blanket up to wrap around the human's shoulders, before holding him close.
"Do you understand? I will heal you every day, if you wish it. Every minute, every second that passes between now and your sight's return, I can give a portion of my own spirit's vitality to ensure that not a sliver of time passes where my magic is not flowing through you. This is how deep my promise goes. Say it, and it will be done. Our bond has become strong enough to facilitate such a spell." Indeed, Abysa has taken notice, ever since the night they spent gazing at the stars, that the connection between their beings has become more potent. Certainly, the rituals and offerings had something to do with it; but that is what the priest had claimed all along, much to Micolash's disbelief.
"And, should even the power of a High Priest of Hell fail you, one need only find new eyes. Humanely, of course. I know all the right connections." He adds, trying to be reassuring.
"Not that you will need thus! Am I not a being of great power?" He's trying.
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Abysa does as Micolash wordlessly wishes, and pulls him to be seated on his lap. One needs no arms, nor does Micolash need to strain his weak and torn muscles to move, he is simply swept into a more comfortable position by the priest's psychic manipulation. Abysa finds this arrangement much more comfortable for him as well, able to pull a blanket up to wrap around the human's shoulders, before holding him close.
"Do you understand? I will heal you every day, if you wish it. Every minute, every second that passes between now and your sight's return, I can give a portion of my own spirit's vitality to ensure that not a sliver of time passes where my magic is not flowing through you. This is how deep my promise goes. Say it, and it will be done. Our bond has become strong enough to facilitate such a spell." Indeed, Abysa has taken notice, ever since the night they spent gazing at the stars, that the connection between their beings has become more potent. Certainly, the rituals and offerings had something to do with it; but that is what the priest had claimed all along, much to Micolash's disbelief.
"And, should even the power of a High Priest of Hell fail you, one need only find new eyes. Humanely, of course. I know all the right connections." He adds, trying to be reassuring.
"Not that you will need thus! Am I not a being of great power?" He's trying.