Nothing is Free (Open)

His mouth hung open a bit as sweat dripped down his forehead. Ghislain had left behind Sofia to handle her issues for now and the Quincy. Their people were in need of him not as an Emperor or anything of that nature. Just a regular joe Quincy in the day and age. He winced a bit feeling black electricity shoot through his body for a moment. That final spell he'd created was certainly a heavy duty one. The sad part was it did hold a rather double-edged sword to it. Ghislain wouldn't be able to help any further for a while as that last move cost him. He'd put on a strong face and had enough adrenaline to fight for a while. But after it all left his system there was a price to be paid. And he was certainly paying it, his body had taken considerable damage from it. It was like lifting a weight too heavy for you to lift on your own. Ghislain's muscles were hurting and his energy among the other things. He could hear the old man's voice scolding him for being reckless as an Emperor. Where in this frozen wasteland had he gone was the question?

Ghislain did not venture back to his people or their home. Instead, he ventured into the frozen wastelands for privacy. Ghislain's body hurt and felt the weight of his actions from that place. Combining wordcraft and using an ancient spell was like a bad idea on his part. The Prayer of Light was a truly potent spell for him at the moment. But not one he could use any time soon again as it drained him. Along with his body black lines burned through his veins. Signs of corruption as he spits black blood upon the ground. Ghislain's body felt like it was over two hundred degrees in this freezing place. The drawback had been unknown to him but the corruption he purged. Every life extinguished was directed at him instead and absorbed into his body. The infamous Quincy immune system wasn't doing well with it. Ghislain found a small shack away from the world where he stumbled in and sat down. Realizing just how stupid he had been for this day that had come.

Such a stupid sacrifice to make for what it seemed like nothing. Coughing heavily into his hand he saw the blood sighing as he wiped his brow. This wasn't exactly how he imagined things going. When he finally became a normal Quincy again. Giving up the Emperor had already been rough enough. But now without it, the corruption was eating him. Guess Sofia would of forbid him to use it had she known. But no point concerning himself with that at the moment. Ghislain slowly drank from some water before spitting out more blood. What an unhealthy condition that spell caused. Prayer of the Light didn't seem like a good name though. When he documented it's effects later he would have to make sure that was in bright red writing. Don't use unless you are ready to absorb some serious consequences. Hulderic would be teasing him at this moment about fine print if he were here. And Elizabeth would of straight up hit him for doing something so reckless. They needed to end that before it went any further and Sofia fell to anything Sunshine had.

So the question on his mind was what became of him now? He was corrupted by enough demonic aura and evil to make some pretty nasty mojo. Dying was acceptable under these conditions he guessed. But their people needed him to shape up more. Ghislain's frame could bearly maintain an upright posture before it happened. Heaving he threw up next into a bucket leaving a watery dark liquid that was black instead of red. His body was trying to reject what was happening to it. Body control wasn't in his skill set he guessed this would do. A good place for a relic of the past to vanish he supposed. Dying wasn't really an option for him so he needed to figure out a way to combat it. Purification could work, but his body hurt so much when trying to summon the energy. His energy was a direct contrast to what was happening to him. Ghislain felt not empowerment but something akin to draining of his mind. That Ginto spell was so much more effective due to his control and power.

Thus the infection was much more detailed as black lines almost like tattoos formed. His veins were black showing the corruption pouring through his system. Words weren't something he could freely form at the moment. Exhaustion and pain overrode those for now. He pondered if Cero felt this way when he turned into what he was. Ghislain closed his eyes letting sleep take him for now as his body temperature had begun to melt the snow in the shack. Ghislain held a stronger system due to Dark Matter making up his body. But this was also part of the problem his purity was very strong. And the battle under his skin was waging a war and he was showing the toll that had to be paid. He hid his condition when he left. He doubted anyone would find him up here. And it wasn't as though if they did he guessed much would change. Sacrifices had to be made and it couldn't be Sofia. She was the people's future leader and guide towards a righteous and joyful rejoining with the light.

He was a product of a bygone era, so this was an acceptable outcome for him. Good a place as any for someone like him to kick a bucket too. Ghislain didn't deserve a parade or anything like that. He deserved a somber away from other thing if he was to die here. Death was a somber thing that hunger over him for the first time in a long time. Ghislain hadn't ever been close to it as this before. But he guessed this would be as close as he could come to it. Close to the entrance way of dying and between reality and dream. This place wasn't a bad place for someone like him to be.