A heavy weight settled in his chest as Erik left the dimly lit room. eting Emma had stirred sothing within him—empathy, a shared pain of betrayal by people who were supposed to care for them.
Just a few minutes ago, before he entered that room, his mind had been engulfed with fury and thoughts of revenge, showing how even seven years later, he still couldn't shake the echoes of his own past—the scars of Edda's betrayal and deception where still etched into his mory.
The haunting atmosphere in that room lingered in his thoughts. The eerie energy that ca off those walls had seed to seep inside him even in those few monts he was in there; he couldn't fathom how Emma had endured for who knew how long without losing her mind.
Then again, perhaps she had lost her mind. It's not like Erik had had a real conversation with the girl.
Thinking about this caused a surge of anger to flare within him, directed at the one responsible for Emma's tornt—Emily. The thought that a sister could inflict such treatnt on her own flesh and blood ignited a fiery resolve inside him.
A resolve to protect Emma and ensure she found so solace after her years of anguish.
After all, when Edda betrayed him, he had Elora to help pick up the pieces, so perhaps he could do the sa thing for Emma.
He might not be able to erase the scars of her past, but he hoped to be a promise of a future less bleak.
He looked up to see Elora still sitting on an empty-eyed Emily's head as she looked at him with playful curiosity, having felt the many emotions surging through Erik's mind through their bond.
As Erik looked at Emily, he felt fury bubble up again as he suddenly charged at her with a balled-up fist.
Elora just giggled mischievously as she quickly flew up and pretended surprise, "Oh my."
Reaching Emily, he punched her heavily in her stomach as she slid back and hit the wall, where she crumbled down to the floor, but without ever losing the empty look in her eyes.
Erik still panted a little with anger, but seeing Emily's glassy eyes remain the sa quickly made him lose interest in continuing, sothing Elora also reminded him of.
She flew back to Erik and sat herself down on his right shoulder with a chuckle. "I expected you to be angry, but you know you're just beating up an empty doll, right? I have her mind completely locked down; she doesn't even feel it."
He turned his head and looked at Elora, a little annoyed at her indifference towards Emma but used to it by now. He also realised that he probably wouldn't care that much either if it wasn't for his own past.
But now, he felt an empathy he wouldn't usually feel for just another of the many sob stories that existed in the universe, partly because of Edda's betrayal, and partly because it was much harder not to care about sothing so pitiful when it happened right in front of him.
However, there was this weird feeling in the back of his skull that made him think there was a little more going on.
Were these feelings really only because of his past and proximity?
Deciding to think about this later, he growled and answered Elora, "So give her back her body for a mont. I want to have a conversation with the bitch."
Elora shrugged, "I can do that if you like, but I'm not sure if you could really consider it any different."
Erik looked at Elora with confusion, "How do you an?"
In response, Elora rolled her eyes at him. She knew he wasn't an idiot, but he sotis made her feel like he was by letting his emotions overwhelm his critical thinking.
Luckily, she was there to remind him about the importance of thinking things through, "Co on, my love. You know this. Think! Her behaviour, the aetherium infusion sigil in that room, the dark, oppressive feeling you felt there. I told you she tried to enslave you, right? How do you think she tried to do that?
You have all the clues right in front of you."
After Elora ntioned all these things in a row, Erik suddenly realised she was right. How did he not see this before? Sure, these things were rare, but he still should have thought of it.
After all, there weren't many affinities with the power to enslave, but darkness certainly was one of them, and the creepy atmosphere in that room was another clear indicator of Emily's affinity.
He sighed as he looked at Elora with love, "What would I do without you, Elora?"
Elora giggled as she returned his gaze, "I'm sure you'd be fine. Plenty of people out there are living fulfilling lives with only their idiot strength to guide them."
This ti, it was Erik's turn to roll his eyes, "It would certainly be a much simpler life."
Seeing him like this, Elora pouted, flew up, enlarged herself and hugged Erik while looking up at him with big puppy eyes, "Nooo! We both know you would miss !"
A suggestive glint entered her eyes as she smirked a little and continued, "Maybe you can punish again later?"
Erik chuckled and hugged her back, "Of course I would." Then he matched her suggestiveness, "But I'll take you up on that punishnt thing."
He redirected his attention to Emily, who was once again standing straight while remaining lifeless like a doll. The fury in his eyes had been mostly replaced with pity, "So… darkness corruption, huh? I wonder what she used to be like before aetherium ca to Earth."
Many affinities had the ability to affect their user's minds, so in a more profound manner than others, especially so for the rarer and more powerful affinities.
This effect was called corruption, which sounded worse than it really was, as most elents only had a minimum effect on people, and with many of them, the changes were more positive than negative.
For example, while Erik's lightning could increase his recklessness, it could also make him more resilient, adventurous, and energetic.
Unfortunately for Emily, darkness had more negative than positive effects. While it could make her more adaptive and resilient, for the most part, darkness corruption had the nasty habit of twisting positive emotions into sothing unrecognisable.
Elora let go of Erik and turned back into her smaller self before taking her place on Erik's shoulder again while swinging her legs, "Yep! It's truly rare to see soone like her."
Erik nodded. On Söl, he had only ever heard about such people but never actually t one. Usually, those with darkness affinity, or, really, any rare and powerful affinity, would either be old and powerful or young and heavily protected by their family or teacher.
Neither were people he would have easily t during his ti as a re low-level rcenary. Although Elora supposedly t a few people with rare affinities when she still lived as the beloved daughter of a powerful Obsidian Enclave elder.
A life she gave up when she decided to make her own future together with Erik instead.
He turned his head towards Elora, deciding to inquire about the mories she had seen, "So what was she like before? And how did she end up this way? I know that darkness corruption isn't a sure thing, even for those with that affinity."
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