Zeke
Zeke's face looked... confused for a second. But the dragon doesn't stop once the sheep surrenders. And with the wildest of grins, he raised his other arm and forced Aruna's to glow even brighter. He opened his lips proudly, grandly, but what spoke wasn't Zeke. It was the world.
Do not resist conversion.
W̶̡̚ǫ̷̅ẓ̵͌ŭ̴̙n̶̫͝ ̵̧̓M̷̗̒ẻ̸̮i̵̹͐h̵͚̾è̴̖n̴̡̍ ̸͎̂K̷͙͂a̵͉͐
Abandon thyself, o holy grace.
̸͍̔I̴͎͂s̸̝̍h̵̡̿u̵̮̾m̶̩͊ạ̴͒ ̵̘̓Ṅ̸͕ó̸͎ ̷͕́J̵̥͠i̶̿͜m̷̞̃e̷̖̚u̵͓̇
Let heaven's shine be mine.
̸͕͊I̷͊ͅs̸̨̅h̵̉͜i̷̠̓m̶̞̂ẹ̶͌y̵̼͗ò̷̦m̴̱̎a̵̛̩
Come reside in me.
̸̨́Š̷͜h̶̛̟i̶̲̒ǵ̶̱a̶͉̚i̶̮̔ ̶̪͆E̶̘͋n̸̾ͅì̶͖w̴̘͝a̵̼͠ ̴̛͉Ḱ̵͖o̸̢͌ţ̴͂a̸͎͆
Become my power.
̵͉͝G̶̩̔ä̵̙́r̶̰̔a̴̤͝k̴͚͝a̶̘͌c̶͙̍h̷͇̋ì̷̜ ̷̺̋W̵̖͒a̸̮͝ ̵̞͛N̵͙͘a̴̫̋t̴̫̍o̶̳͌r̵̮̐ȩ̵́
A holy light brimmed from Aruna, and engulfed the entire stadium. Only his grin seemed wider, but she could tell his eyes were anything but jolly. Just what kind of face would she make when her grace, the one remaining shard of that archangel, was stripped from her and became his? It wasn't fear of pain, death, or even himself that he was going for.
The fear of losing a precious friend. This was what plundering her grace would entail. Would she still surrender herself?