Manifestation - Part 2 Scarlet's Blooding

Cain, standing in the void darkness of the sundered Shadow realm, watched as Scarlet, merely fourteen years of age but already incredibly skilled with her weapon - a magnificent glaive that shone with bloodred hues - slice at imaginary foes with deadly force and accuracy.

'Scarlet,' Cain beckoned. She obediently glided over, and he grimaced. He looked into her amber eyes, branding the image into his mind. 'It is time for your blooding. You have increased vastly in skill and power over the years, and now I shall guide you to your final destiny.' She merely bowed gracefully, and said, 'I await your orders.'

'Come with me.'
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A winged demon flew alone, scouting the area. Pockets of demons remained since the cataclysm of the realm, and they constantly sought to destroy Cain's Crimson Circle and other remaining defenders in the shadow realm.

Cain gestured at it, and an unseen force dragged the hapless demon towards him and Scarlet.

'Use your blade and draw his blood on his chest.' he ordered, and Scarlet swiftly tore a hole in the demon's torso, making it hiss in agony. Cain then directed her to place her palm atop the fresh wound, and he placed his bone-cold hand atop hers. Cain chanted a dark spell, casting the binding ritual of demon and human.

Soon the demon burned into ash, the life essence seeping into Scarlet's hand. She stumbled backwards, and shrieked as incredible heat tore at her from within, searing even Cain's icy touch. He stepped backwards, and Scarlet was engulfed in flames that sprouted from her eyes. Wings of demonic hide grew from her shoulder blades, flexing wide instinctively. Intricate patterns of sorcerous tattoos manifested on her arms, her legs, her torso and even a curved rune around her eyes.

What was left of her eyes. The unholy flames had seared through her very eyes, leaving empty sockets in their place.

But in moments, a faint emerald flame sprouted in the sockets, and she could see. She saw the world as she never imagined, the very flow of magic and auras of the surrounding death knights and demon stalkers in the Crimson Circle visible to her. Reaching to her sleeve, she tore a long strip out, and blindfolded herself. In no way did the fabric inhibit her fel vision.

Cain glanced away, remorse rising within him like boiling lava in an active volcano. But he shoved it aside. To survive in this forsaken world, one must be strong, to the point of being demonically enhanced.

'Arise, Scarlet. Welcome to the Crimson Circle.' intoned Cain, and around them the demon stalkers like Scarlet and the death knights cheered. Scarlet rose, and raised her head to the skies, letting out a screech of exaltation and pride.