The bloodied flesh steadily knitted itself together as I withdrew my shaky hands and pulled away from Razael’s trembling form. He stared at me bewildered as the raised scars on his forearms and chest faded away as the skin repaired itself with the faintest of scars dissipating until healed flesh replaced the once gruesome canvas. My eyes shimmered like finely cut citrine gems with the burning urge within my body flooding through my fingertips and seeping through Razael’s flesh as the building pressure within my chest eased his wounds away.
“What is this?” I questioned, confused, as I traced my hands over my eyes before springing to my feet and seeking out a full-length mirror on the other side of the room.
Razael followed behind me with his padded feet dragging along the wooden floor, he
