Aiwass closed his eyes, using his soul's tendrils to gently touch the black markings on the back of his right hand, savoring the power that came from the contract.
As a Priest with advanced divine arts, Aiwass was already very familiar with the concept of "foreign power and will entering one's own body."
If the Candle Master's power was a flame accompanied by spices, smoke, and warmth, and the Lord of Scalefeather's power was a sticky and sweet darkness like syrup... then the Abyssal Celestial Envoy's power would make one think of a giant octopus.
Cold, moist, slippery, accompanied by a faint fishy smell, with tiny suckers where it contacted the soul.
If you stayed in contact too long, it would feel like you were being tightly bound by tentacles. The longer the contact, the stronger the feeling of confinement and dampness.
