"Is....... it not....... obvious.....?" Lanister gurgled in response to Nevayah's ever fading question. "I th..... thought w-we knew..... each-other..... better....." By the time Amira had landed between them, Lanister's vision had already gone dark. Whatever sensations in his leg the angel had inflicted were merely ghosts now, hardly detectable to the dying tainted-blood. He could not hear her threats nor her insults and barely registered her foot plunging into his guts, a sensation that was..... strange to say the least. With a spray of blood washing up over Amira's leg, Lanister flew back into one of the (barely) intact structures, slamming into the the rock foundation so hard, it cracked, shattering Lanister's spine (as well as whatever bones left intact) and killing him on impact. The young tainted floated about in a bed of darkness for what seemed like an eternity, peacefully drifting in what must have been purgatory. It was silent... soft... like laying on a cloud... Some people feared death because it meant the end of everything in life but Lanister felt no real fear now... it was... calm...
And then, it was taken from him in an instant. Lanister's chest began rising and falling once more as the angel's twisted, perverted magics sunk his soul back down into his body, forcing it to take root once more as the damage done by her previous attack healed just within manageable levels. As his eyes fluttered open once again, he felt the iron grip of the evil creature's fingers on his neck, practically crushing it once more as she declared that she would teach him pain. Yeah... whatever...
Tough thoughts from someone like him, having his entire face ground into the earth, ripped shattered, a bloody smear that seared a long line into the ground behind him. Before he could drift back into that peaceful dark, he found that he was still alive, his face blistered and battered, but healed nonetheless. This time, when he opened his eyes, they were ripped straight from his skull like grapes from a vine, the agony impossible to describe as the boy yelled out in shock and pain. He thrashed about in the grip of the being, clutching at his destroyed face, acidic pools of red seeping from his skull... He couldn't see, he couldn't think... the pain blocked it all out. There was only a debilitating blackness and the pits of anguish that used to be his eye-sockets. In his writhing pain, Lanister didn't even notice as the angel forced him to the ground, but he suddenly went silent as she ripped off his leg. Between that and the loss of his eyes, He was dead before Amira even swung her first blow, returning to the ether of eternal dark. There Lanister floated, dead and gone again, clutching at the face he no longer had in shock, the memories of the agony floating through his mind. If he had a body, he would be quivering, shaking, wanting to die again and start over.... and it seemed he was getting exactly what he wished for. He opened his eyes again, his expression frustrated, starting to HATE the mortal senses that came with life. The angel pressed him up against a wall, planting her knee upon his cheek and Lanister didn't even bother to resist. He only stared at her silently, knowing exactly what was coming: Pain, then death. The hell did he care anymore if this was going to keep happening? And, as if hearing his thoughts, Amira increased the pressure, smashing his skull open like an egg. And then again. And again... and again... Over and over, in and out of the ether, over and over Lanister died and returned, died and returned, each time he only stared at the demon-woman blankly, his blood now soaking and drying around the majority of her evil form. It was as if his memories were slowly being replace by pain and death... everything else being shove to the side to make room... Amira could kill him all day, but he was slowly dying on the inside after each blow.
Lanister awoke again in this hell, slumped up against a liquified wall, unable to see through the acidic mist that surrounded them all. He could only listen as the angel claimed high above that they would cry, weep and scream, that they would fear her wrath... And suddenly, landing just in front of him, Nevayah slammed into the ground, her blood splashing all over him.... He felt his blood-bond with her shatter and with it, his own being... Amira may have broken his body, but now she had shattered his spirit... He stared at the corpse in front of him, broken, mutilated, as dead as one could be... before her body re-materialized, healed right there on the ground, but he still felt as empty as ever. She had died.... he had died.... their blood-bond was broken and he felt so alone... even if she was sitting right there in front of him, there may as well have been a world's distance away... Lanister didn't say a word as the angel asked if she made herself clear, wrapping his arms around himself and shaking profusely.