As Corvin secured her into the room of the inn he stood over her, his eyes scanning her. Her body told a horrific tale of years of calculated depravity: deep, festering lacerations, grotesque burn scars from hot irons, and a tapestry of bruises that marred every inch of her skin. Her face, even through the swelling and dried tears, held an unbroken spark of defiance in her hazel eyes.
As he knelt beside her, a fury burning inside him one not of destruction but of creation, and his eyes reignited with furious resolve. His touch cold, precise and devoid of all hesitation. He placed his hands gently over the most grievous of wounds- the raw deep lacerations, the burns, and the angry welts. He closed his eyes drawing upon the immense reserves of Obsidian with in, channeling it not for destruction but meticulous cellar regeneration.
This was the first time Corvin has ever used his power for healing and on a living being let alone with such emotional intensity. It was a testament to his total might and absolute will to bend a destructive force into healing, the delicate task of mending flesh.
A dark ethereal purple light emanated from his hands, flowing into her broken form. The lacerations which seemed to be beyond repair began to suture themselves back together knitting together at an unnatural speed. The deep purple black bruises began to recede from her skin, the discoloration receding like ink from water. The gruesome burns scars years old began to shimmer with a dark light, then began to smooth, the puckered and destroyed skin slowly reforming into soft unblemished tissue.
It was a miracle of Dark Order. Corvin worked methodically, moving from one wound to another, mending, repairing, restoring. The process was not without sensation; she gasped, a mix of pain and profound, dizzying relief. With each wound closed, each scar erased, her body began to visibly mend, her breathing growing steady, her form relaxing.
As the last burn scar faded from her arm, leaving only smooth, perfect skin, Corvin opened his eyes. Her face, once swollen and defiled, was now smooth, her fox ears, once scarred, twitched subtly. Her hazel eyes, clear and sharp, fixed on him. She was not just healed; she was reborn, every cell subtly changed, forever attuned to the Obsidian essence that had mended her. Towards the end a faint whisper let out "My name..... Kyra."
Corvin rose, his task complete. The rage was still a cold ember, but the focus had shifted. He turned, ready to issue commands for the consolidation of Pravum and the immediate commencement of Obsidios Lubeo.
But a soft touch on his armored leg stopped him.
Kyra, her body entirely healed, her spirit still raw but defiant, had risen from the cot. She clung to his leg, her small hand gripping the dark obsidian plate. Her gaze, fierce and unblinking, was fixed on him, a raw, undeniable devotion in her eyes.
"Don't... don't leave," she whispered, her voice hoarse from disuse and recent agony. "Please... I... I will not leave your side. Ever."
Her parents had sold her. Her society had ignored her. The monsters had broken her. Corvin, this terrifying, magnificent being of Dark Order, was the only source of safety, of stability, she had ever known. He had unleashed a terrible vengeance, and then he had, with his own hands, remade her. He was her anchor in a world of restored chaos. She had nowhere else to go, and nowhere else she desired to be.
Corvin paused. He looked down at her, seeing not just a rescued victim, but the first truly willing heart that understood his purpose. He made a silent vow.
He shifted his weight, and for the first time, he did not pull away. Instead, he placed a large, gauntleted hand gently on her head, stroking her auburn hair. "You will not," he stated, his voice a low, rumbling promise that echoed through the now-silent compound. "You will not leave my side."
He gently took her hands into his patiently helping her stand slowly, letting her brace herself against him as she needed. After a moment she found her footing while still clinging to his arm, she looked up at his with a big hazel eyes, her fox ears a top her head and hugged him deeply. For the first time in her entire life she knew she found sanctuary in his Dark Order. And for the first time since the shattering of his family he embraced someone back. The embrace held for a few moments her not wanting to let go, he didn't release her until she pulled back knowing there was more to be done.
He took her hand into his and led her out the room, to the streets of the conquered Pravum to deal with the aftermath of slaughter and conquest. As they stepped outside the light of day was already crowning the horizon, her eyes squinting not used to the sun on her face or the outside world at all for all she had known for years was brick and abuse. The legionaries station outside the inn immediately saluted Corvin, they noticed Kyra was attached to his arm as this was something they had never seen. Someone being close to the Raven Lord.
Corvin looked at both of them, causing them to immediately divert their eyes. Both of you find Garrus and Veridian for me and tell them to meet me at the city center, its time to wrap this up completely and begin the next phase. They saluted and with a firm voice, at once My Lord! As the two legionaries ran off to complete their orders Kyra looked over at Corvin now able to see him features in better light noticed his jaw line running up to his pointed ears, never seeing anyone with ears shaped like his. Her eyes finding their way to his encapsulated by his dark eyes that seemed to be pools of abyss drinking in all light.