"Why did you become a priest?"
The question made her pause, toying with the half filled bottle of grape juice. Silvase avoided Uzi's gaze, studying her drink as if scouring her mind for an answer. Her personality was far from what was expected fromt he clergy, particularly her lust for blood. She herself wasn't sure how she made it thus far.
A flash of dark hair, the ghost of a sharp smile, sparked through her mind. Pale skin marked with blood. Icy blue eyes slowly going blank...
Her grip on the bottle tightened at the memories, her demonic nature fuelling her strength just enough to break the bottle. She stared at the glass in her hands, remembering how his blood had flowed over them as she tried to fix his wounds long after he was gone. Denial was a powerful drug.
"Resurrection." Her voice hardly wavered now as she began picking out the shards. "I did it for resurrection. But you can't bring back someone whose respawn point had been destroyed long ago."