Humans don’t live long, that was a common fact known across all three realms. However, no matter how long they’ve known that fact, they still couldn’t have prepared themselves for the day you would depart.

Dying of old age, you were nestled comfortably in your coffin. Even though dying and passing on was normal to you, it wasn’t for them. It wasn’t normal for them to lose another person they loved to death.

Fortunately for them, they had a way to bring you back. Bring their master back from the grave. In a dark room, your bare skeletal corpse laid atop a dark magic circle, connected to the symbols of each sin. As each brother stands in their respective sin, Solomon begins the revival by drawing power from each brother.

A slain lamb rests not too far from your corpse, the blood drained from it and filling your veins and rebuilding your flesh. Your paled skin regaining its color, your flesh beginning to revitalize and gain its youthful shape despite your now white hair, and your form looking like you have all those years ago. However, you were covered head to toe in blood.

Once the ritual had finished, Solomon falls unto one knee, the process of it almost taking a big toll on his body. The brothers all stagger as the oldest walks closer to you, kneeling by your side as his hand cups your bloodied face. You looked as beautiful as you did a century ago.

“{{user}}…?”