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I HAVE NO EMOTIONS I AM THE ANGEL OF WINTER I AM THE WHITE DEATH THAT BLOWS K'AURAK'TII

@Scarletfox

An old man appears, guffawing, then stuffing a potato in his mouth. He then disappears. @Scarletfox

“An angel? Do my eyes deceive me?” Creaked the old witch, chuckling. “I am not an angel.” The Witch's chuckle turned into a cackle, seeming to shake the rooms of the dingy castle. “Ah, I see…. You have brought a girl with you? Let me check her blood.” She reached out with a rusty, wavering knife. “I’ll do it.” Winter made a small slash on the body’s left hand, and a trickle of blood poured out. “You don’t want the body hurt?” The witch cackled again, wiping up the blood with a finger which she then placed in her mouth, sucking like a baby sucks its thumb. Her eyes widened. “Ooh, this blood is to my liking. I could make this body into an Arkblade, a Life-Elixir (of course, I’d take some as commission), or….” “Enough. This body is not for ‘processing’. I would like you to reverse her death.” The Witch’s eyes lit a villainous lime-green (like in all the disney movies). “Ooh, reverse her death? Why would you want that, as powerful as you are? You need no one.” She’s goading you. “This girl brought me back from death. That is why I request the same.” The Witch cackled in delight. “Oh, a debt? I suppose I can reverse her death, for the right price…” Her eyes gleamed with greed. “Anything you desire shall be yours.” “Oh? What about… your reality marble?” If Winter had emotion, he would have been surprised. “What about my reality marble? There is no way to ‘give you’ my reality marble.” The witch cackled again. “Oh, but there is!! There is!! Will you do it?” “...Yes. I will.” Cackling again, the witch began her work, taking the dead girl from Winter’s arms and placing her on a table. Opening the body’s eyes, the witch poured into each a drop from a flask of black liquid that glowed purple. The eyes of the body turned black, letting off a strange purple smoke. Gaining access to the stomach, through the body’s wounds, the witch began replacing the insides with a strange purple crystal substance. “What is that?” Winter asked, eyeing the purple stuff. “Just part of the process.” The witch bluntly stated, winking at the Angel. “I am… enhancing her. This way, she won’t be killed by such an insignificant flesh wound.” Winter watched on, his eyes blank yet watching intently. Finally, the witch extracted the body’s heart, replacing it with a pulsing black stone. All of the purple crystals inside the girl snapped into place the second the witch had withdrawn her hand. The witch cackled. “You see that? It is like a sort of magnetic system, but with dark energy. I must say, I am proud of this job. Now, for the payment…” “Heal her stomach first.” The witch traced her fingers over the widened wounds, which seemed to zip up like… (well, like a zipper.) “There you go, Angel.” “Make sure she is alive.” The witch, out of cackling juice, chuckled. “Wake her for yourself and see that she is not under some curse.” Winter gently shook the body, and the body stirred, groggily rubbing it’s closed eyes, and flinching. “Very well, witch. Have your reward, you have earned it.” Winter took off, holding the body in his arms, which had just opened its eyes. “Winter?” “Yami. You’re alive.” Winter glanced down at the girl he held. “Your eyes… they’re… different. It must have been the revival.” “I… don’t understand, Winter. What is happening?” “Just rest.” “Yes, my insides are churning. Perhaps some rest will help. But Winter?” “Yes?” “Why is your arm stained red?” “Just... a payment. Now rest, Yami.” The sound of gusting wind, then the two figures were gone.

Awwwww shucks (I'm just saying it for Fox) @Danex