Ivan
In the end, she came to me.
The form she took was vulnerable and delicate. It was like she preferred pretending she was like them. I don't understand why she favors their kind, but it works in my favor. It'll make her easier to kill. She's even come armed.
Her weapons are small, but I sense the power within them, a strange energy that is vaguely familiar but from a memory within a memory. Unfortunately, I also seem affected by this form, even though I hold onto more power than the mortals. One is full of light, the other darkness, reminding me of the raw essence of creation and destruction. She wields blades created from the purest matter in the universe, just like the one I have. However, I filled the sword in my hand with my powers: the ability to grant desires, to make the wielder precisely what they want to be, and to give purpose.
