Ezekiel
"What!? -GAH!"
The aura slammed into him, and his expression widened in shock. "Uoooooooooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!" His body was dragged backwards by the sheer force, and he instinctively guarded. But in the end, it wasn't enough. She couldn't really-
"!?" He noticed a little too late that his leg was slightly lowered. Wait, why was everything so cold all of a sudden? She was all black now, he could only see her shadow, morphed into that of a beast, even his surroundings looked uncertain. But she was real. What the?
Why were his legs shaking?
"Y-you're amazing..." He smiled weakly. This was bad. What the hell?! Why would she go so far? What was with this aura? He didn't need to breathe, but he felt like he was suffocating. Everything was so cold.
His vessel was not quite alive now was it? That had to be it, there was no other reason for him to feel such an emotion stirring him. This was a necromancer's trick. His mind... it was still weak. He was still weak. He needed more of this, more of her. He needed to see how far she could go.
He needed more power.
"Useless....useless useless useless!" He trembled, but gripped at himself and screamed. Amazing, simply amazing! Ahhh, what joy, what beauty. She was no mere bud, but a rose in full bloom. And trying to grab her, he had torn his hands with thorns.
But he refused.
He made a promise to himself. He would no longer fall to fear. He loved her, he adored her, and he was already hers. However, he had already started something. At the very least, he had to show her all he had. Because something so pathetic wouldn't even be worth her love.
The one who challenged her made a step forward, barely containing his fear, but clenched his fist and grinned.
“I am who I am. The pain of others, I do not feel. The sorrow of others does not touch me. Death feeds me. Death pleases me. I am the essence I consume. You brave soul will become one with the void here, because I wish it to be!”