After an eternity of weeping blood, Axel found his grip on her body loosening; the evocation of sin that continued to absorb her desire of possession stopped, as his existence was erased from her memories; it was only because of that absorption and conversion that he was able to hold on to a small flicker of his obsession.
But that was like a drop compared to the ocean of obsession he held previously; now that ocean had been dried, sacrificed to wield the anomalous power required to defeat the valkyrie. The metaphysical territory crumbled as he won the battle, a battle that should have been impossible for him to win.
Axel fed her a golden vial of potion; her state somewhat returned to normal, her major injuries healing to a certain extent, unsatisfied… he poured one more of the golden vials into her mouth, and only then did her own regeneration kick in; her face, disfigured from his punches, healed slowly but surely.
