>>5134878"Perhaps you would enjoy the taste of freedom with the child, Sivir? Afterall, you never managed to live like a real human without first needing to sacrifice some souls..." The female member of the God Hand taunted your mother, inticing her to sacrifice the village and gain a permanent human form.
"I would never! I'd rather die than trade spiritual energy with one of you!" Sivir held her child in hand as time stood still, refusing any exchanges that could be made by the apostle kings. For a wish to be granted by the God Hand, am offering needed to be made to satiate their thirst.
"It's too bad you don't have anything of value to offer, but perhaps your dear Hedwyn would rather bargain with us instead?" One of the members decided to fly out to the silver eyed occultist instead.
"I know there needs to be 5 of you God Hand bastards instead of 4, so since you're looking for the last lamb that will sacrifice their own, how about we make a little bet?" Hedwyn proudly holds the Behelit in his hand, confident that his creations would be able to take down the kings of evil.
"A bet, you say? And what do you wish to add to our round table?"
"Give Sivir and this kid a way to survive on their own. Maybe give her an artifact to change between forms, I don't care what you do with her, as long as she manages to safely escape from this bloodbath!"
"And in return?"
"Remove all of our appearances, for one to be able to turn into whatever they want, they should remember who lost their forms to make that happen!"
"Hedwyn! Are you mad?! Are you really willing to sacrifice your whole clan for a small chance of defeating the God Hand?" Sivir tried to protest, but seeing how her skin was already changing into a human's, it was already too late for him to go back on his words.
"A wish as twisted as it's creator! Very well! The ties of fate shall be woven so that your disciple shall stand a chance against ours. What is a little bet, without a little hint of challenge?"
"Hahaha... HAHAHAHAHAHA!" The swamp soon turned red as Hedwyn's laughs echoed through his transformation into a large flesh of viscera, it's tentacles spreading as it turned the whole scenery into it's shape. Though Sivir would escape with her life, she took great shame in killing the silver eyed people and starting a witch hunt between the church and the swamp. Taking pity with one infertile couple from the city, she left the boy in safer hands as she did not want to live as a human with blood soaked feet. Rooting herself under the ocean, she vowed never to love a human again, hoping to be forgotten along with her shapeshifting artifact under the stained sand she stayed in.
