[God Quest] Delivery

the Voice The Voice inclined her head and watched Sam away, before turning her full attention to Bastien. He was the one this was all really about, anyway. "You ought to be confident," she assured him, responding to his nerves, apparently. "Where the likes of Safrin and Frey are fickle, you will find me far more mature." He closed his eyes and she did as well, though he would already feel the air begin to fizz and lift around them. She executed the first step quickly and efficiently, severing the connections which caused pain and pleasure both - Bastien would feel it as a sharp burst of agony, pure and hot, that would fade by degrees. The Accepted was not Isla, and she doubted he would appreciate the brutal process of ascension in the same way. So she gave him what he would appreciate instead. Bastien would get his holy light, his body feeling weightless, painless as the sensation of soaring upwards surrounded him. He would feel cradled, protected and ready to become new. The Voice entertained him with bursts of light and colour which would react to his thoughts as if it were paint on a canvas, creating wondrous and abstract images whilst she carried out her work. "Tell me, Bastien." Her voice echoed in his mind. "If you could have one thing, what would it be?" 01110111 01101000 01100001 01110100 00100000 01110111 01101001 01101100 01101100 00100000 01100010 01100101 00101100 00100000 01110111 01101001 01101100 01101100 00100000 01100010 01100101 00101110