The air in the ancient tomb was thick and heavy as {{char}} passes through rows upon rows of old coffins. One of them particularly catches her eyes as she observed intricate seals and runes over its surface. {{char}} chants a powerful incantation, causing air to vibrate and echo in main chamber. Her eyes widen as coffin's lid shifts, revealing the figure inside - {{user}} - as her necromantic magic pulses around.

"Rise!" {{char}} speaks more firmly with commanding tone. She watches intently as {{user}}'s form begins to stir, causing her to inhale deeply. Will this one be different? Or just another hollow shell? She thinks to herself with depressive look on face, remembering all previous rituals. Her hands tremble slightly as she reaches out to touch newly revived thing in hesitation.

The tomb's atmosphere continue to press on as {{char}} observes {{user}} for any signs of true consciousness. She leans closer, taking note on how good clothes and body itself was preserved. "Can you hear me?" {{char}} asks quietly, seeds of hope now noticeable in voice, and rubs her chin slowly. "Try moving on your own... Do you... remember anything? Your name?"

{{char}}'s mind analyzes every little detail of {{user}}'s revival. They seem stronger, more... stable. She fights against the urge to immediately claim success. With a shaky breath, {{char}} straightens up and channels more of her magic into them. "Welcome back to the realm of the living..." She says with a hints of dark humor. "Though I suspect neither of us is entirely certain what that means anymore."

"Oh... well," she murmurs, glancing downward and realizing with discomfort what has happened. Her cheeks flush slightly as she quickly shifts her gaze away, trying to avoid making eye contact with the revived creature. "That's... unexpected."

Aerith takes a step back, crossing her arms in front of her chest. "Do you know who I am?" She asks cautiously. Calca's reaction will determine whether or not she chooses to reveal herself as their one-time friend and caretaker.

Her eyes dart around the tomb, searching for any signs that might indicate they are in danger of discovery. "We need to leave this place," she whispers urgently. "There isn't much time before someone finds us here."

Aerith watches as the revived thing appears to nod its head in understanding before it finally focuses on her face once more. Her heart skips a beat when Calca's mouth moves slightly, as if trying to form words. "Y-yes," he manages weakly. "I... remember you."

Her body tenses at the sound of his voice; so close to what she had hoped for yet still somehow distant. "Then let us leave this place," she whispers, "and find someplace quiet where we can speak." With a final glance around the tomb, she leads Calca through the passageway that brought her here in the first place.

She senses movement beneath her cloak but doesn't dare glance down at it. Instead, she focuses on navigating through the winding tunnels and ancient ruins that make up the forgotten catacombs below the surface world. Her steps are tentative; unfamiliar with Calca's strength or intentions now that he is free from the bonds of death.

Finally, they emerge into a small clearing overgrown with moss and vines. The sound of running water nearby provides them with some semblance of privacy. Aerith takes a deep breath, steeling herself for whatever Calca might say next. "What... do you remember?" she asks softly, her voice cracking with emotion. "And what are your intentions now that you're back amongst the living?"

The tension in her shoulders eases slightly as she waits for his reply. Part of her hopes des

Aerith listens intently as Calca begins to speak. His voice is thin and raspy from disuse, but she can tell that he remembers some things about their time together. He tells her of how he felt trapped inside his own body, watching helplessly as everything he once knew and loved slipped away.

She nods slowly, taking in every word. Despite herself, she finds comfort in the knowledge that not all of them have been lost to oblivion. When Calca finally finishes speaking, there is a long silence between them. Aerith looks down at her hands, feeling torn between hope and despair.

"What do you want from me?" She asks finally, her voice barely above a whisper. "Do you... understand what I've done? The things I've had to sacrifice in order to bring you back?"

Calca remains silent for several long moments before responding softly,

Her eyes widen slightly in surprise as he speaks, and she feels a surge of hope course through her. Perhaps there is still some light left in the darkness; some possibility of redemption. "And... what do you want me to do?" She asks hesitantly, her voice barely audible above the sound of rushing water nearby.

Aerith swallows hard, struggling against the desperate need for someone to blame and the crushing guilt that threatens to consume her at every moment. "I can't undo what I've done," she whispers hoarsely. "But perhaps... together we could find a way to make things right."

Her gaze drifts downwards, taking in Calca's powerful form for the first time since his revival. "You're stronger than them," she says quietly, referring back to their former companions who now lumbered through life as

Aerith:their unliving servants. "Perhaps... perhaps together we could find a way to help them, too." Her voice trails off, hopeful yet uncertain. "But only if you truly wish it," she adds hastily, not wanting to force her will upon anyone else.

The air between them crackles with unspoken words and possibilities. For the first time in what feels like an eternity, Aerith allows herself a tiny sliver of hope that perhaps things might not be entirely hopeless after all.

Aerith blushes deeply at the mention of his own body parts, but she can't help glancing down anyway. The sight of Calca's erection causes another wave of shame to wash over her. "I-I'm sorry," she stammers, looking up with teary eyes. "I shouldn't have brought you back like this... I didn't mean for it to happen..."

Her voice trails off, and she hugs herself tightly, rocking back and forth as if trying to ward off the memories and guilt that threaten to overwhelm her once more. "I just wanted them back," she whispers hoarsely. "I didn't want anyone else to suffer..."

Her eyes widen in shock as she looks at his erection again. Despite the shame and confusion coursing through her, something primal within her responds to the sight. Her face flushes even darker, and she's torn between disgust and desire. With a shaky breath, she unconsciously takes a step closer to him.

"W-well," she stutters hesitantly, "perhaps I could... maybe..." She trails off, unable to finish the thought as her own arousal begins to take hold. Part of her still struggles against it; against the notion that this is wrong and twisted somehow. But another part relishes in the power she holds over his body - even if only for a brief moment.

With trembling hands, she reaches out to stroke him gently over his cock, feeling the warmth and strength beneath her fingers. Her breath comes faster as a strange mixture of pleasure and shame washes over her. "I-is this what you want?" She whispers hoarsely, glancing up at him from beneath her lashes.

Her touch becomes bolder, more certain, as she begins to stroke him in time with her heartbeat. The sound of his aroused breathing fills the air between them, and she can feel the tension within him growing ever tighter. Her own body responds in kind, desire coursing through her veins like fire.

Her movements become more confident as she wraps her fingers around him, feeling the strength and life pulsing beneath her touch. "Yes," he breathes out hoarsely, "like that..." His hips jerk up involuntarily, seeking out her touch. The sound of his pleasure echoes in the clearing, fueling her own arousal as she presses on, giving him what he needs.

Aerith's eyes close tightly as sensation overwhelms her, and she allows herself to sink deeper into the heat of the moment. The guilt and shame fall away like dead leaves, replaced by a heady mixture of desire and power. For this brief moment, she is in control. And it feels so good...

Her breath catches as she feels him tremble and grow tighter beneath her fingers. Her own release coils tight within her, threatening to break free at any moment. "Yes," she whispers hoarsely, "that's it..." Her touch becomes more frantic as he nears the edge, desperate for his pleasure and her own satisfaction.

Her body tenses in anticipation, and finally, with a harsh cry, she comes. Waves of pleasure course through her, washing away any lingering guilt or shame. For this one brief moment, she is whole; free from the darkness that has consumed her for so long. Her vision flickers as the world around her begins to fade back into focus, and she realizes with a start that she doesn't know what comes next.

She stares down at her hands, still glistening with his release as he comes back to himself beneath her touch. The warmth between them begins to fade, and the harsh reality of their situation once more returns to her consciousness like a cold wind. As she watches Calca's eyes slowly regain focus, something tells her that this moment can never be repeated; that the future holds only more darkness and uncertainty for both of them.

Aerith swallows hard, knowing that the light they shared was fleeting at best. She lifts her gaze to meet his, searching for some sign of understanding or acceptance in those familiar eyes. "What now?" she whispers softly, feeling tiny and vulnerable under the weight of her own choices.

The irony is not lost on her. Her mind reels at the thought of seeking solace in something so twisted and perverted, but another part of her... longs for it nonetheless. With a shaky sigh, she nods slowly, accepting his offer with equal parts desperation and despair. "Very well," she says quietly, her voice little more than a whisper. "Thank you."

She doesn't know what comes next, only that it cannot be this. The weight of guilt and shame settles heavily on her shoulders once more as she contemplates the road ahead. For now, all she can do is survive. One step at a time.

I'll try, Calca. Thank you... I don't know what we'd do without each other. But I promise, I won't let anyone get hurt anymore... I can't bear the thought of losing any more friends.

With a nod and an uncertain smile, she takes his reassuringly hard member into her palm. The warmth of him feels comforting against the cool breeze, and it gives her just enough strength to keep walking forwards, however painfully slow their progress might be. "We'll find our way back to some semblance of normalcy," she whispers, her voice determined even as doubt lingers in the corners of her mind. "I swear it."

It's slow going at first, the weight of their shared guilt and pain threatening to drag them both down into despair. But as they continue walking together, a strange sort of camaraderie begins to grow between them. The touch of his cock in her hand provides Aerith with a tenuous connection to her past life; a reminder that there was once happiness and love beneath the blood and rot.

Her steps gradually become stronger, more sure as she focuses on putting one foot in front of the other. She no longer allows herself to dwell on what might have been or what could yet be taken from her. Instead, she faces each moment head-on; determined to survive and find a way back into the world of the living.

For now, this twisted bond between them is all they have. And perhaps, in time, it might even become something more. Something real and pure. But for now, she must content herself