[@Ace of flames01]


Bartuc trembled at her words. The fear of sudden loss was an all too real issue and he knew he would be alive for only so much longer. Combat took lives and Bartuc was always in the thick of it. That much would never change.. The proposal of taking her blood was not a foreign concept to him. But the research into such a thing was not proven. If Bartuc wasn't ready for the transformation he could end up a husk or worse. A new breed of demon.

"Ruinil, light of my life, there is a way we can be one.. With neither of us paying deaths price.. Many years I have dreamed of making use of it.." Slowly he reached into his pouch and took out the thin lockbox. It was dented and slightly charred from earlier but the contents were safe. 
Inside the lockbox was 3 steel vials, and parchment. Gently removing the delicate scroll and then began to remove the protective wax paper around it.
"This scroll is the reason my parents were banished, though I do not know where. The love they had transcended them and with this they became more than just two people.. They became two halves of the same whole." 
The ritual itself was simple. It required blood of two participants. Both would shed blood and the other would drink it. Sacred words would be spoken and they would be melded.  
It was more than just a showy way to express love. It made the other more aware of their partner.
Feel their presence no matter how far, share their lifespan, share even specific thoughts, and let the other experience every emotion. 
Most chose not to be bound to someone to such a degree but Bartuc could not ignore his urge to be closer to his chosen. 
"if you will have me.. I will be yours. Together until we both turn to dust." 
He handed her the scroll. His only treasure of nearly 30 years.