#lyriun

There was only a burning light now. A sheering red hot feeling across the entire body, that refused to cool down or to fade away. The flesh and scales of the body being stripped away as they peeled off the skin in chunks. The hair falling away, quickly replaced with golden feathers that erupted from their burnt and scarred scalp..

The corrupted light screamed in their mind. Wanting to be released. To be freed. And if it couldn't, it would break everything in it's way to do so.

Yet, a soul responded against it... Forged from the fragmented beings that comprised it. For so long having remained dormant of it's own will, to allow these souls to function and survive as their own individuals.

Yet now? It screeched. And the Light within cowered.

The soul harnessed the light.. Though it could do little to stop the corruption of the body. Their head was covered in golden feathers that shot upwards, forming a sort of crown that angled out like razor sharp claws. A single sharp spike shot out from the top of their head. Their head was covered in five faces. One had it's eyes stitched shut, another with it's mouth closed with constant tears, one had a constant expression of rage, with glimmering golden eyes. The fourth had it's eyes closed, and a solemn expression, and the final one, the one that gazed outwards, had a blank expression.

The once purple scales had now turned to a saddening gold, with silver specks dotting them. Their skin a harsh porcelain, and their chest had a hole within it's center.. A heart beating within, cracked and shattered. Each beat made the heart turn steadily more golden.

It's arms were shattered at the elbows, and floated at where they should be connected. In one hand they held a shattered staff that had a pulsating orb of light at the end of it. In it's other was a long, shattered blade. An Anima, extinguished alongside it's creator. Once vibrant purple flames now only sputtering sparks around the broken weapon.

The creature gazed out at the group.. Fellows, lovers, and close friends staring in horror at the abomination. The creature gazed out past them.. The look on their faces only haunted them. They instead focused on the man in front of them.

His old, disheveled form staring at first in satisfaction.. Then horror as the blank face turned to one of familiar mourning. The gaze was familiar to them..

...And they let out a saddening voice... None that Levai's friends had known, and not even matching that of those of Lyriun, or Fray. But a new one, a soft, melodeous voice.