"It is just to declare the promise made so that it shall be kept, and the spell created. Much the way a ritual creates an offering. You understand, yes?" Abysa is aware that contracts and the like may be different from world to world, so he decides to clarify.
Before he leans in to seal the deal, though, Abysa places his hand over Micolash's open eyes once more. That orange light lingers like a grudge behind those pupils, enough that even a demon like him is a bit unsettled by it.
"I must fetch you a blindfold after this." He says, and then, hand still over Micolash's eyes, leans in to give him a kiss on the lips.
There doesn't seem to be a tangible reaction at first. The kiss is nice, and Abysa's calming touch is present in it, as usual. The priest, however, shivers a little.
"You may notice the difference within the day. Your situation can only improve either way, the more you recover. I, however, already notice a piece of me drained away... Not that it is an amount to worry over. I will grow used to it."
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Before he leans in to seal the deal, though, Abysa places his hand over Micolash's open eyes once more. That orange light lingers like a grudge behind those pupils, enough that even a demon like him is a bit unsettled by it.
"I must fetch you a blindfold after this." He says, and then, hand still over Micolash's eyes, leans in to give him a kiss on the lips.
There doesn't seem to be a tangible reaction at first. The kiss is nice, and Abysa's calming touch is present in it, as usual. The priest, however, shivers a little.
"You may notice the difference within the day. Your situation can only improve either way, the more you recover. I, however, already notice a piece of me drained away... Not that it is an amount to worry over. I will grow used to it."