[color=9e0b0f][h1]Eslea[/h1][/color]

The only thing this world had ever asked from Eslea was her life and her sanity. She doesn't know what pushed her to react the way she did, or to accept her newfound heritage of a [i]demon[/i] so fast as well, but she stood, her armor clinking. She set a hand on Ryder, her knuckles tapping against the hilt. "Show me how to accomplish this ritual," she ordered Thomas ([@SmileyJaws]). "I never want anyone to feel the pain as I have of a divided people."