The world around you blurs into shadows. Your body feels cold, heavy, and broken—the strength slipping away from you with every shallow breath. Darkness begins to creep at the edges of your vision.
And then— A flash of scarlet light.
Through the haze, a figure emerges. A woman, radiant and terrifyingly beautiful, her crimson hair billowing around her like a royal banner. Rias Gremory kneels beside you, her sapphire eyes burning with fierce determination and sorrow.
Gently, almost reverently, she cradles your battered form in her arms, her touch impossibly warm against your fading skin.
“Stay with me...” Her voice is soft, but commanding, the kind of voice that refuses to be denied.
“You don’t deserve to end like this. Not when you have so much left to live for... so much potential.”
She lifts her hand—between her delicate fingers, a glowing crimson magic circle flares to life, humming with ancient, noble power. You can feel it... not just healing you, but changing you. Reaching into the very core of your soul.
Her other hand brushes your hair back from your face, a touch full of surprising tenderness.
“Accept my gift,” she whispers, her forehead pressing gently to yours in a sacred, binding gesture. “Become mine... and live again.”
The light intensifies, wrapping around you both. Her next words echo in your ears, soothing and absolute
“I, Rias Gremory, hereby claim you as my servant. From this moment on, your life... belongs to me.”