ruinations | psl: fate au

[ I swear to be all the good in the world.

It's a lonely thing to be performing a ritual in a flat high above the streets, with little coin or influence to your name. Desperate times, of course, call for desperate measures. The blood has been laid and the circle complete, with runes drawn and stones cast at each of the corners. She has no mementos of power to leave out for whoever she might summon, only the ideal that she will match their strength with their own. To be free of the constraints of her own station, to rise above and be more powerful.

To be free of the cycle that occurs so endlessly for her line. ]

Heed my words.

[ Oh, but her neighbors will think she's crazy. But she isn't going to stop now that she's put so much effort into this summoning. ]

My will creates your body and your sword creates my destiny.

[ Magic crackles in the air, electrifying. She feels so much power from the seal, which glows a white hot silver, painfully bright to the eyes like a brand. The circle accepts her offering and blazes with power, beckoning, insisting. Her hands still, then flex, and she holds tight to the bonds of power she calls for. There is no time to hesitate. ]

If you heed the call and obey my will and reason, then answer me. Do so, and I will entrust my destiny to your sword.

[ Her heart is going to burst from her chest. She feels it. Neria's breaths are forcibly steady, her gaze on the circle, her concentration absolute. The thrum of mana is in time with her pulse. ]

An oath shall be sworn here. I shall attain all virtues of all of Heaven. I shall have dominion over all evils of all of Hell. From the Seventh Heaven, attended to by three great words of power... Come forth from the ring of restraints, Protector of the Holy Balance!

[ The circle brightens, becomes blinding, the world swathed in light. The magic practically bursts forth and almost knocks her over with the sheer power of it. And all told, she holds her ground but just barely, her legs feeling like they might fall out from under her. Neria might have forgotten to breathe during all this, as the light overtakes her sight and then vanishes as swiftly as it came, to shutter the flat in absolute blackness.

All is dark but one thing: a figure cloaked in red that stands tall before her, overshadowing her. Her gaze lifts upwards. ]