The room was saturated with the metallic scent of blood.
The walls had been sealed with containment magic, the floor was covered in red runic circles, and at the center of it all, three bodies rested upon a ritual fountain made from Raphaeline's own blood. Sepphirothy, Lilith, and Sapphire lay side by side, motionless, pale, and disturbingly well-preserved. They didn't look as though they had been brutally murdered not long ago. Raphaeline had used her blood magic to restore the physical integrity of their corpses, closing wounds, realigning flesh and bone, and reconstructing their forms with almost obscene precision. It wasn't resurrection. It was preservation. It was as though she had returned their bodies to the state they had been in moments earlier, but without the ability to bring life back.
