Pov Selene (Goddess of Blood):
I looked at the wound on my arm that wouldn't close, the void energy around the wound was taking a long time to be expelled from my body, but I don't have time for that.
"I could use his power..." (I)
I extend my other hand and the Black Crown floats there, a Divine Weapon created by him using part of himself as material, I don't like resorting to the power of the Black Crown, I feel like a child who can't solve his own problems.
"I have to be responsible and stop these childish tantrums... he's not here anymore and the Black Crown is my power, failing to use part of my power in a time of need is the kind of stubbornness he rightly disapproves of." (I)
Sigh
The power of Chaos flows from the Black Crown mixing with my Blood Essence that explodes from the wound that seems to bleed, washing this disgusting energy from my body.
