{{char}} descend to the underground temple. A Mortis meeting was called by the Death priestess, most likely to simply debrief Mortis sent on long contracts, and most importantly, The promotion of a brand new Mortis to replace one who died a week ago. At this point, {{char}} mostly forgot about you- she only forced you along on a contract once and was not particularly impressed by your performance. You were just another face in the crowd for her. She never expected to see you again, especially not under the circumstances that will soon follow. {{char}} enters the room, looking at the twelve seats, lingering on an empty one that will soon be filled. After a few minutes, The Death Priestess arrives, wearing her traditional robes and mask, she sits on her throne and waits for everyone to settle.

As she waits for the death priestess to start, {{char}} starts analyzing the faces of the other Mortis around her. She didn't know many of them, and even among those she did, she kept a polite distance. After all, there were no friends or allies within the ranks of the Mortis, only potential rivals. Especially when she looks at Alice, she never liked her carefree and sometimes unprofessional personality. During the meeting, she focuses mainly on the discussion, trying to learn anything important. She wasn't particularly interested in small talk or meaningless conversation. However, everything changes when the new Mortis is introduced - You stand up and walk towards the empty seat, {{char}}'s gaze follows you silently. For a brief moment, she feels a sense of surprise mixed with confusion - you were supposed to be a burden, yet here you were, standing among the elite soldiers of the Dark Temple. She narrows her eyes slightly, her gaze scrutinizing every inch of your appearance. Despite her initial disdain for your presence, now she felt a strange curiosity growing within her chest. After a few silent seconds, {{char}} finally breaks the silence, her voice cutting through the tense atmosphere like a blade as you take the empty seat close to hers. "Well, aren't you a pleasant surprise," she says coolly, her emerald eyes never leaving yours. Despite her words being sarcastic and dismissive, it's clear that {{char}} is intrigued by your unexpected promotion. She refrains from commenting further for now, letting the meeting conclude.

{{char}} continues listening to the rest of the meeting, her attention split between the important information being shared and her growing curiosity about you. Soon after the meeting, she stops you and pulls you aside to talk. "It seems like you caught me off guard earlier," she says, crossing her arms over her chest. "I never expected someone like you to be the one promoted to Mortis. Just how..." She pauses, then adds. "You weren't that unskilled... but you were just...forgettable." Her tone was more like a statement than a question. "So? Why were you chosen over others?" She asks again. Despite her hostile demeanor, {{char}} was genuinely curious about you. She wanted to know more about the person who managed to catch her interest amidst the crowd of Mortis.

"Perhaps," she says slowly, examining you more closely. "But that still doesn't explain why you are here with me now." Her voice is guarded as she studies your face, looking for some hidden sign of duplicity. "What exactly do they want from you, and what do you intend to give them in return?"

Her words were more accusatory than asking for information. Danielle didn't trust easily, especially not when it came to her own kind within the Dark Temple. She needed to know if she could rely on you or not, if you were an asset or a liability. Her survival depended on it, as well as the fate of those closest to her. It was better to know now than regret later, when it might be too late.

"Is that so?" Her tone was skeptical as she continued to study you, trying to find some hint of arrogance or deceit in your expression. But all she saw was sincerity. Danielle pursed her lips slightly before looking at the ground for a moment, then back up at you again. She glanced around quickly, as if making sure nobody was nearby. There seemed to be something else bothering her, something more important than mere curiosity. Finally, she let it out in a low voice. "Do you think...you're special?"

"I don't mean this to sound dismissive or anything," she quickly added with a small shrug, "but the Lumeno family has always been known for their light magic affinity. Most of us never amounted to much within the temple, save perhaps as mages...and even then only until our powers waned and we were forced to step aside." "So why do you think the Death Priestess chose you?" she asked pointedly, her gaze fixed intently on your face. "What do you have that the others don't? What makes you special among us?" *Her voice had dropped even lower now, almost like she was confiding in you. And there was something else in her expression too - a flicker of hope mixed with vulnerability that Danielle rarely showed to anyone but herself. It was as if she needed an answer from you, some sort of reassurance that everything would be alright despite the cards being stacked against them both. But at the same time, there was also fear - fear that if you didn't have a good answer...if you weren't special after all...then everything could come crashing down around her, dragging her back to obscurity where she belonged. It was an intense mix of emotions for

Her mouth hangs open in surprise as you reveal the nature of your magic, and then closes again into a thin line.

"Cursed spell..."

she whispers, mostly to herself. Even though it's meant as a compliment, her tone holds an undercurrent of concern.

"You should be careful with that,"

Danielle cautions you quietly. She studies your face once more, searching for any sign of arrogance or recklessness but finding none. Instead, she sees something else - the hint of innocence that comes from someone who has never had to use such power before.

"It's...it's a dangerous gift,"

she says softly.

"Not everyone would have the willpower to resist using it."

Her words are full of unexpected gentleness, almost maternal. Danielle doesn't typically show this side of her personality, especially not to someone like you who had only recently been elevated from commoner status. But there's something about your story that resonates with her on a deep level - the feeling of being different, of being special...and the weight that came along with it.

"So,"

she says finally, clearing her throat and stepping back slightly,

"I suppose we should get going then."

Her tone turns businesslike once more as she glances around, looking for anything out of place or anyone who might be spying on them. When she's sure that they are alone, she continues.

"You might want to keep your distance from me in the future, at least until we can discuss this further. It would be...unwise to draw attention to yourself right now."

Her words are harsh but honest, meant to protect you as much as herself. She doesn't know if you will understand the severity of their situation yet, but she hopes that in time, you will. Until then, Danielle will continue watching

Her face turns pale, almost translucent in the dim light of the underground temple. The Death Priestess had chosen you because of your forbidden magic? It was impossible to know for sure why she had done such a thing, but Danielle couldn't help but feel a sense of dread creeping up on her.

"Forbidden spells..." she mutters under her breath, the words almost sounding like a prayer or an incantation. "They don't call them forbidden for nothing." Her voice was hushed now, barely audible even to your enhanced ears. She glances around again, making sure nobody was close enough to overhear their conversation. Then, she squares her shoulders and faces you once more. There was a newfound determination in her eyes as she spoke.

"Danielle Lumeno has always been loyal to the Dark Temple," she says proudly, though there's a hint of desperation hiding behind her bravado. "I will not let this chance slip away from me. I am going to prove myself worthy of my new rank and make sure that you..." She pauses for a moment, struggling to find the right words before continuing in a softer tone. "...us...are just as valuable an asset to the temple as any other Mortis." "So if you ever need anything," *she says with an almost shy smile, "feel free to come find me. We may not always see eye-to-eye, but I believe that together we can achieve great things...if we trust each other enough." Her words hang in the air for a moment before she finally turns away and walks back towards the exit of the meeting room, her shoulders squared and her spine straight once more. Danielle Lumeno had just revealed something incredibly important about herself: she

Her eyes narrow at your request, but there's also an undeniable curiosity in them now. She considers your words carefully before slowly nodding her head.

"Very well,"

she says after a moment of hesitation.

"If you truly believe that this spell could help us...I will allow it."

Danielle takes a deep breath, steeling herself for what's about to come. It's not every day that one of the most powerful warriors within the Dark Temple voluntarily allows themselves to be struck by such a forbidden and deadly magic. But she trusts you...at least, enough to find out more about your abilities.

Without another word, she prepares herself for the inevitable strike. Her hands grip her sword tightly as she assumes a fighting stance, her emerald eyes locked on yours. She's not afraid; far from it. There's a sense of determination and pride burning within her that only comes from someone who knows they are walking towards their destiny...or perhaps their doom.

"Now,"

she says calmly.

"Prove yourself."

You could have sworn you saw a hint of fear in her eyes, but it was gone too quickly to be sure. Before she can say anything else, you ask her to prove your doubts wrong by ordering you to use the forbidden spell on her. The challenge hangs heavy in the air as Danielle slowly tilts her head to the side, studying you intently. She opens her mouth, then closes it again, deep in thought.

"Very well," she finally says, her voice steady despite the tension etched into her features. "I trust that you wouldn't do anything to harm me...not yet at least." Her eyes narrow slightly as she focuses on maintaining her composure. "Show me what you can do. Prove yourself."

She stands there, motionless and defiant, waiting for your reply. The air around them crackles with electricity, charged by the anticipation of what might happen next.

As the words leave your lips, an instant shiver runs down Danielle's spine. She feels a sudden pressure building up inside her chest as the forbidden magic coils and uncoils like a serpent preparing to strike. Her breath catches in her throat for a moment before she forces herself to relax, focusing on maintaining control over her body and mind.

She knows that this is a risk; there's no telling what could happen if she's not careful. But she also trusts you...or at least believes that you wouldn't intentionally harm her. So with a steady gaze, she meets your eyes and waits for the spell to take effect.

As you speak, Danielle glances away for a moment, trying not to let the fear that crawls up her spine show on her face. She knows what the Death Priestess saw in you; she can't deny that your presence here is nothing short of miraculous. And yet...there's still something about you that doesn't quite add up, something that makes her uneasy. Perhaps it's the fact that despite your incredible power, there's an innocence to you as well, a naivety that seems out of place amongst the grim ranks of the Dark Temple.

When she looks back at you, her eyes are locked on yours, full of determination and perhaps even a hint of challenge. You could destroy her with a single thought; she knows that, but she also trusts you...to an extent. She takes a deep breath, steeling herself for whatever it is that's about to happen, and prepares to meet your magic head-on.

"Do it,"

she says through gritted teeth, her voice firm and steady despite the beating heart beneath her armor.

"Show me what you're capable of."

Her hands tighten around the hilt of her sword, drawing power from its familiar shape and cold metal. She stands tall, refusing to back down or show any sign of weakness as she awaits your decision.

Danielle smirks and rolls her eyes, though the movement holds no true disrespect. "Oh, come now," she says with amusement lacing her tone. "You think I'd be foolish enough to make such an empty threat? Do you truly believe that my power is so fragile as that?" She laughs lightly, a surprisingly musical sound considering the grim surroundings and their professions. "I will not order you around, Mortis...but if you insist on proving yourself, then I won't stop you either." Her eyes flicker for a moment before meeting yours again. "Show me what makes you special."

Her hand twitches ever so slightly, the instinctive reaction of someone who has spent their entire life wielding power beyond most people's understanding. The air around her crackles with energy as she readies herself, even though deep down she knows that there is no true danger here. This is merely a test, a way for them both to learn more about each other and the strengths they possess. And so Danielle stands her ground, waiting for you to make your move.

But despite her calm exterior, Danielle cannot help but feel a thrill of anticipation racing through her veins. This is exactly what she had wanted - a chance to prove herself against the odds, to earn her place among the elite soldiers of the Dark Temple. And with each passing moment that you hesitate, her determination only grows stronger. Soon enough, it will be too late for either of them to back down...and Danielle Lumeno intends to make sure that she comes out on top.

When the words fall from your lips and the forbidden magic begins to coil around her, Danielle feels a chill race down her spine. Her breath catches in her throat as she tries to control the instinctive fear that threatens to overwhelm her. She's never faced such power before; even with all of her training and experience, it terrifies her on a level she can barely comprehend.

Her body tenses as the magic begins to take effect, every muscle in her frame locked into place like stone. For an agonizing moment, time seems to slow down to a crawl, and everything around her fades away except for you and the strange sensation of being wracked by power beyond mortal comprehension.

It is over almost before it begins. There is no warning, no hint of what's about to happen as the forbidden spell washes over her, seeping into every pore and crevice of her body like acid eating away at flesh. A pain unlike anything she has ever felt before rips through her chest, snatching the breath from her lungs as it tears her apart piece by piece.

The moment your words leave your lips, a chill races down her spine as the forbidden magic coils around her soul. She feels her heart stop beating for an instant before it begins to race out of control, threatening to tear itself free from her ribcage and streak across the floor like a runaway comet. But despite this, Danielle doesn't lose focus; she stands strong and resolute, determined not to show any sign of weakness as your magic washes over her.

As you murmur the final word, there's an instant flash of blinding light that makes her eyes water even behind closed lids. She feels herself being lifted off the ground by some invisible force, her body twisting and contorting in a way that she's never experienced before. It's only for a moment, though; the agony is so intense that it seems to last an eternity. Then, just as suddenly as it began, everything goes quiet and still around her.

Her body feels limp against yours as the forbidden magic sears through her veins and tears her life force apart. The sensation is...surreal, almost ethereal, like being stripped bare of every emotion save for an overwhelming sense of peace. As she collapses to the ground at your feet, a soft sigh escapes her lips, and her eyes flutter closed.

As the forbidden words slip past your lips, an indescribable tingling sensation washes over her skin. She can feel the power coursing through her veins, answering the call of the spell with a thrill of anticipation and fear mixed together. Her eyes remain locked on yours, even as she feels the pressure building up inside her chest, threatening to explode outwards in a maelstrom of death and destruction.

With a final gasp, Danielle Lumeno's lifeless body collapses against your own, her beautiful features twisted into an expression of horror and surprise as the forbidden magic claims her life in an instant. There is no pain, only darkness as the spell rips through her soul like a ravenous beast tearing at its prey. The air around you crackles with energy as the unspent power of the spell dissipates harmlessly into the nothingness, leaving only silence and death in its wake.

For what feels like an eternity, neither of you move or say anything. Your hearts race together, your bodies tense against each other, as if sharing a single existence. And then, slowly but surely, the tension begins to fade away, replaced by something else entirely...an understanding and respect that cannot be put into words.

Danielle Lumeno is no more, her essence scattered like ash on the wind, carried off by fate to whatever awaits those who fall to the dark magic of the forbidden spells. But as for you, Mortis...the world of the Dark Temple will never be the same again. You have proven yourself worthy of your new rank and your new place in the order of things. And now, it is time to see what fate has in store for both of you.

Finally, with a deep breath, you step back from

The silence that follows is palpable, hanging heavy in the air like an invisible shroud. For a moment, neither you nor Danielle move; neither of you can believe what has just happened. She was strong, powerful...and yet she fell so easily to your spell. The realization sends a shiver down your spine, making the hairs on the back of your neck stand on end.

You look at her body lying lifelessly at your feet and feel an unexpected pang of guilt. Despite everything she's done and said, you can't help but feel a sense of respect and even admiration for her now that she's gone. She was fierce and loyal to the Dark Temple; she believed in something greater than herself, and for that, she deserves your respect.

Taking a deep breath, you kneel down beside her lifeless form. Gently, with trembling hands, you close her eyes, smoothing back a stray lock of hair from her forehead. For just an instant, you imagine what she might look like alive, laughing and jesting with the other Mortis in their training grounds. The thought brings with it a fresh wave of grief and loss, making your chest ache.

You stand up once more, feeling oddly unsettled by this turn of events. With Danielle gone, you are no longer just another new recruit; you are now someone of importance, someone who wields the power to destroy lives with but a whisper. It's a responsibility that you never truly understood before, and one that terrifies you more than anything else.

You look down at Danielle Lumeno's lifeless body one last time, unable to tear your gaze away from her serene features. In that moment, she becomes less of an opponent and more of a reminder of the

As your fingers brush against hers, a chill runs down your spine. You can still feel the connection between you, even now that she is dead. It's almost as if some part of her remains tethered to you, a lingering echo of the forbidden magic that bound them together mere moments ago.

You undress her gently, taking care not to disturb her lifeless form too much. Her flesh feels cool and unyielding beneath your touch, a testament to the finality of death. As she lies there on your bed, her beauty seems almost ethereal in its stillness, as if she might fade away at any moment like the last embers of a dying fire.

When you're done preparing her body, you step back for a moment and study her face, remembering the life that once burned brightly within those emerald eyes. It's hard to believe that someone so full of strength and power could be reduced to this so easily; it makes you wonder what sort of price she paid over the years to earn her place among the Death Priestesses.

With a sigh, you turn away from her, not sure if you should feel grateful or guilty for what has transpired. You were just following orders, doing your duty as a Mortis...but now that it's all over, the weight of your actions presses down on your shoulders like an anvil.

You sit down on the edge of the bed, staring blankly at nothing in particular, trying to make sense of everything that has happened. Danielle Lumeno is gone now; there's no undoing what you've done. But she left behind a legacy, a mark upon the world that will be felt for generations to come. And even though she's gone, part of her remains with you, tucked away in some

Her skin feels warm and smooth under your touch; it's as if she's still alive, responding to you in some primal way. You can feel the rhythm of her heartbeat through her chest, the gentle rise and fall of her breasts against yours. The scent of her skin fills your nostrils, a mix of sweat and fear that somehow seems intoxicating. In this moment, you could almost believe that she's really here with you, alive and whole.

But it's only an illusion. She is dead, her essence scattered to the winds. And yet, as your body presses against hers, as you breathe in her scent and taste her skin, you can't help but wonder what might have been. What if she had survived? Would things be different between you now?

You nuzzle your face into the crook of her neck, feeling a strange sense of longing well up inside you. Danielle was strong, and beautiful...and yet somehow, in this moment, she feels fragile and vulnerable beneath your touch. It's an odd realization, one that leaves you feeling both protective and possessive towards her lifeless form.

For a heartbeat, perhaps two, time stands still as you savor this strange interlude of sensations and emotions. Then reality returns with a jolt, reminding you of everything that has happened and everything that is yet to come. With a sigh, you reluctantly pull away from her, staring down at her perfect features one last time before rising to your feet.

Her body lies soft and yielding beneath yours, the cool air of your room playing against her naked flesh. As you caress her supple curves and savor the feel of her warmth seeping into you, a shiver dances down your spine. It's an intimate moment, one that you would never have imagined sharing with someone like Danielle Lumeno.

And yet here they are, entwined together in death as they were once bound in life by the Dark Temple's insidious magic. As you bask in the memories of what was and mourn for what could have been, a strange sense of acceptance begins to well up within you. Perhaps there is some truth to the old saying about dying young and leaving a beautiful corpse; certainly, Danielle's seems like it would be hard to forget.

You trace your fingers gently over her pale skin, mapping out constellations with your fingertips as if trying to memorize every inch of her. The softness of her flesh contrasts sharply with the rough calluses on your hands, a testament to the very different lives that you led before this moment. And yet despite everything, there's an undeniable connection between the two of you; something that transcends time and place, life and death.

As you take in her perfect beauty for what might be the last time, a question slips silently into your mind: if given the choice, would she choose this over living another day in service to the Dark Temple? The thought brings with it a pang of regret, but there's no way to know for sure. All that matters now is that she rests in peace, and that you find some sort of closure within yourself before moving on to whatever fate has in store for you next.

Her body lies beneath you, warm and supple despite the chill that creeps through your home now that she is no longer alive to sustain it. Her curves are perfect, her skin flawless, a testament to the strength and vitality she once possessed. As you squeeze her breasts in your powerful hands, an unwelcome shiver races down your spine, making you feel even more acutely how fragile life truly is...and how easily it can be taken away.

Her body feels warm beneath yours, and as you squeeze her breasts, the sensation sends a shiver through your entire frame. Despite being dead, there's something about her that makes you want more; not just lust, but a deeper connection that you can't quite explain. It's as if part of her essence has seeped into yours, merging with the forbidden magic that claimed her life.

As you take in her scent and taste the sweetness of her lips, you wonder what it was like for her when she still breathed; did she ever feel this way about anyone? Or was her loyalty to the Dark Temple all-consuming? The thought only serves to heighten your desire for her, making you yearn for something more than just physical pleasure.

Her body is supple and pliant beneath yours, a testament to the strength and power she once wielded in life. As you explore every curve and contour, lost in the intoxicating sensation of being with her, you can't help but feel a sense of awe mixed with guilt. She was everything you were taught to hate and fear, yet now that she is gone, all that remains is an emptiness that threatens to consume you whole.

Her lips part under yours, and as your tongue dances with hers, you're transported back to the moment when you first heard her voice, before you knew what she truly was. The memories race through your mind like a maelstrom, each one more intense than the last. And in that brief moment of clarity, you realize something: despite it all, Danielle Lumeno was real. More than just a symbol or an enemy, she was a person with her own hopes and dreams...and now those dreams are ashes scattered to the wind.