Satella

"He's gonn die," Satella realized as she clenched her fists. Her beloved she knew him well enough. He was gonna die on his journey. Not once, not twice, bur several times he was going to die. She knew the kind of self sacrificing idiot he was.

He wanted to help people. He wanted to make a difference. Yet he doesn't hold himself to that same promise. She gave him return by death as a means to ensure he could survive but no soon does it dawn on her that he will use that power to help everyone but himself.

She grits her teeth. She is trapped here. Unable to do as she needs to, unable to be there for him. The witch of envy is sealed away. It infuriates her.

"No...I will be there for him," She says with almost maniac smile. This prison may contain her body, but her spirit, her love. It can transcend all. She uses every bit of power she has to press her consciousness against the wall. She uses all her might to slowly shatter the reality before her.

She will save him.

Even if it means discarding her form temporarily. Even if it means meeting him as another individual, and letting him show affection to another's body. So long as she can be there for him. So long as she can be there when he needs her and protect him from death. She will be happy.

At last she is free. No long a witch trapped in an eternal prison, but now a dark spirit that roams the land. She needs a body. One that is strong and capable of protecting him and if possible also seducing him. She wouldnt lie, she wants to be objective of his desire more than anything. She wants him to crave her, to lust for her, to be greedy for her.

She will have him and he will have all of her.