The dawn has just broken through the winter-torn sky. The streaks of the sun cast a gentle halo upon the horizon and the demi could've been seen entering the dwelling hall of the altars. Eyes remained steadfast as he approached the winged goddess' namesake and took to a knee. He'd never known how to properly pray. Strom just hoped to hear a voice to feel closer to Nike. He even pricked a finger in case blood was required. "I need you more now." His wings manifest, folding gently against his back
stromās wings curl along his back as blood drops from his fingertip onto the foot of the nike statue. with his eyes closed and his plea for her to be with him, he feels the air around him warm, as if sheās there.
but it quickly changes. the heat rises along his skin, causing him to break out in a sweat. the tendons of his wings start to ache as they unfurl, stretching too wide, as if his wings are trying to break from his back. he doubles over in pain, his head feeling as if someone is taking a hammer to his temples.Ā
for a split second, his vision flashes and he sees a pair of twisted black wings, almost skeletal in nature.
then, he passes out, the warm feeling drained from his unconscious body.Ā