Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-19164168-20170525105952/@comment-25073873-20170624142934

The moment Evrain finished the blood, his whole body would feel on fire. It was like his soul was burning and twisting in agony, with the effects being replicated on his physical body. The feeling was akin to a thousand hot needles being thrust into his body. Or rather a thousand hot screws being hammered into his blood vessels. The agony was worse than a session of heavy torture, except it was compressed into singular moments, and extended indefinitely. To compare it to a fit or siezure would be comparing the sun to a firefly...

Evrain would notice his body temperature increase drastically, as well as bruises forming all over his body as his blood vessels burst and remade themselves. All his muscles felt like they were tearing apart and restitiching themself together repeatedly. The worst part was that Evrain would feel all his bones shatter into dust and rebuild themself again and again, like his muscles. Physically, his whole body was torn apart and rebuilt, as splitting headaches took over his mind, for his brain was mashed and reformed repeatedly by the power of the blood.

Even on a more spiritual level, Evrain would feel like he had infinite magicka, and a magicka burning spell had ignited all that magicka, making it seem even his magicka was all combusting and wrapping him on a pyre. His ability to use magic was taken away and re-granted repeatedly. It was like worms were eating their way through his body and eyes, drawing pathways that were never there.

Amaryllis simply watched from the side, not even willing to help, or rather not even able to help Evrain at all. She only said "Evrain, you need to sleep. The pain will be over once you let go and unconditionally drift off into the embrace of my blood. Do not fight back, accept. This power will let you become something ... more."