The corruption touched The Reaper.
For exactly two seconds.
Then his body glowed with golden light—divine protection activating, burning away the corruption. But more than that, when the light faded, his eyes held that same corrupted gleam.
"Corruption magic," The Reaper said, his voice taking on multiple tones—his own mixed with something else, something darker. "The signature ability of Seraphine the Corrupted, fourth-seat demon lord. Used to bind beings to your will through transformation and dependency. It's actually really elegant magic. Subtle. Insidious."
He raised his hand, and corruption magic—identical to Seraphine's but stronger—radiated from his palm. "Want to see your own power reflected back at you? Because I can do that now."
Seraphine's face went pale. Her signature ability, the power she'd spent three centuries mastering, had been copied and enhanced in seconds.
