Corrupted soul

In the end... I?

A gentle gust of wind blew as Alina's glossy black hair fluttered gently behind her back, her beautiful violet eyes that seemed to sparkle like the most beautiful amethyst.

She narrowed her eyes as she stared warily at the god of earth who stood still with his back strengthened despite the appearance of Alina with the expression that implicitly states, "I'm in control."

With a graceful motion of her beautiful angelic wings, she slowly lowered her altitude stopping next to Lincoln. "Cough, H-How is master?" He questioned, as he coughed out a mouth full of blood.

Meanwhile, Alina looked at him with worried eyes, fresh blood could be seen coming from the crevice of his broken armor and, even worse the right side of his face was bleeding profusely.

"Idiot, don't speak your organs are most likely damage. Master is fine... I think. But let me attend to your injuries." Alina said, as she gently placed her hand on Lincoln's body.

"Heavenly cure." She mumbled.

Soon Lincoln felt something coursing through his injured body, as his broken bones started to heal rapidly. Alina narrowed her eyes as she notices that his shattered ribs were taking a long time. 'Holy bullets.' She chanted internally.

Hundreds of magic formations were formed high in the sky as countless light bullets were formed suspended in the air. Since healing him would take a while, she needed to be prepared in case of an attack.

However, "..." To her surprise Charles or the stone golem made no suspicious movements. Instead, Charles's eyes seemed to glow subtly as he tried to perceive what was happening inside the domain that seemed to be a combination of 'Life and death' But, 'Tch, damn it. Still nothing, that woman is blocking my senses.' He thought.

He was really filled with the urge to destroy that thing but, doing so was almost impossible.

The damage it would cause to the surroundings was not something that could be fix within a few years, it was something inconceivable!

He also knew the consequences of angering the goddess of life, contrary to her title or the 'Gentle' persona she put on only those who really know her know how scarry she is when she is angered.

Soon the image of the fate of the gods who had tried to woo her in the past shot through his head.

Even Hendrix the god of death would be beaten if he ever disobeyed her. Her form of punishment could only be called "Cruel" Even her own brother who she claimed to love more than anything isn't spared.

..... Yes, their peculiar brother and sister relationship could only be called. Incongruous.

It was an unspoken rule 'Never' Anger the goddess of life, Isis. Otherwise only 'Despair' And 'Anguish' Awaited you. Soon the idea of destroying the subspace created by Isis instantly vanish from Charls head like an evanescent dream.

"Sigh, it seems I'll have to wait until their done but, the aura of death is getting weaker and weaker so, it seems I won't have to wait long." Charles said.

He scratches his head, 'Shit, what exactly are we going to do with that boy? Even if we overlook his deeds there is no telling when he would once again try something like this.... but if we kill him the chances of those guys from up above might find out is very likely.' Charles thought.

The biggest problem is that no one other than Hendrix can control the cycle of reincarnation, and the probability of a god in the near future awakening the divinity of death is unlikely. And also, the goddess of life, Isis would never allow anyone to kill her own brother.

... Sigh.

Charles sighed heavily. "I'm getting too old for this shit." He muttered to himself as he ruffled his short messy black hair.