Asuriel sat cross-legged on her bed, staring into the darkness of her room. Kismet was curled beside her, his tail flicking softly against her leg. The windows were open, allowing cool air to drift through, brushing her skin and giving her goosebumps.
Ever since her return from the Citadel, she felt different.
She felt her body change when she stepped into the infernal realm beside Vaerion; she felt a shift inside her soul that left her feeling… imbalanced. And then it never left, even after returning to the mortal realm.
It felt suffocating.
A sudden thirst for power that didn't exist before was disorienting, but that wasn't her only problem. It felt like the darkness in her heart grew, which meant the other part of her soul was disgusted.
Her celestial blood was so revolted and weakened by the overwhelming infernal energy that it made her dizzy.
