Prompt: One
Note: A different take on Blackbird prompt.
"Are you dead yet, Visrin?" Blackbird whispered, kneeling next to the fallen sorceress.
Warm blood pools from the sorceress throat; a horrible untreatable wound brought upon the King of Kronzel's personal troop of knights and soldiers.
"You wanted to find your servant; and here you are, on the brink of existence and disgraced. I wonder what your mother would say?"
Veloce wheezed, her chest rising rapidly as she tried to reply but her voice failed her; the arrow still embedded in her throat.
"Have no fear." Blackbird rose to her feet licking her lips, her jeweled bracelet glowed brightly. A hunger passed through the assassin s eyes as she gazed upon the sorceress. "You will live on... inside of me."
Numerous arms protruded from the green gem on Blackbird's right arm. The hands fight one another, slipping for space and reaching for the sorceress. One of the hands grab Veloce;s jacket. Another grab her hair, the rest grope and smear her bloody throat.
They pulled her in, dragging and leaving a disgusting bloody trail. One by one, the hands disappeared and Veloce Visrin was gone.
Blackbird didn't move once.
Her chest fluttered and sang.
Her soul finally completed.
They were one.