Note: This alternate ending to "Winds of Doom" exists because, sometimes, evil can be cute.
As Talim continued to clutch her head and writhe on the ground, Tira knelt to one knee and placed an armored hand on her rival's shoulder. If the two girls were going to spend an eternity together as partners, she figured she might as well try to be friendly about it.
"Hey, fighting it is just going to make it worse. It's not so bad once you get used to it."
Talim seemed to ignore Tira's advice, and only violently shook her head some more. After a final painful squeal, however, her resistance was slowly quelled by whatever force had overwhelmed her. She lowered her hands back to her sides as the metallic shard in her back ceased its ominous glow. She then panted for a few seconds before lifting her head and opening her eyes toward Tira. Her pupils now held a subtle look of insanity, and her lips curled into a peaceful smile. This informed Tira that the young priestess's corruption was complete.
"See? I told you so."
Tira spoke with a playful glance as she reached toward Talim's back. With a swift tug, she removed the shard from her new partner's flesh, causing Talim to briefly wince and yelp. Tira brought the fragment to her mouth to lick away the few drops of blood on its tip. A tiny giggle escaped her lips, and she placed the weapon in a pocket on her scarlet battle dress. As Talim remained in slight pain, Tira reached for the wound again. The assassin's hand emitted a small, dark aura as her gloved fingers traced the black mark now branding Talim's shoulder, causing the defeated heroine's injury to rapidly heal. Talim blinked in surprise when relief came to her, and she shyly spoke as Tira pulled her hand away.
"H-... how did you do that, Tira?"
Tira grinned proudly when she answered.
"It's one of the new powers that thing gave you. Soul Edge thinks puppets like you and me are more useful when we can't be broken so easily."
She happily tilted her head before she continued.
"Don't worry. You'll learn how to do it yourself soon enough."
Talim questioned her companion again in the same curious manner as before.
"Can you teach me how? I don't want to let him down."
Tira replied as her smirk widened.
"Of course, but you need to go through a bit of an initiation before I can tell you all of his secrets."
She then looked toward the crumbling church ceiling in thought, silently considering what grotesque act of violence would appease their wicked leader. When she settled on a suitable mission, her glance returned to Talim.
"How about we spend the night slaughtering the idiots at your old temple?"
Talim in nodded to this proposal with rather horrifying enthusiasm, causing the tassles in her headdress to bob. A look of sinister glee then appeared on her face.
"Sure!"
Satisfied with her ally's response, Tira lifted her chakram from the chapel floor and returned to her feet. Talim followed suit after reclaiming her own ivory-colored tonfa and attaching them to her belt. From that moment on, the psychosis the two girls shared bound them together like sisters. They lived as outlaws, punishing anyone who opposed Soul Edge's will in twisted delight. The only things they would ever try to protect were their master and each other.