No sooner had the priest(ess) mounted her and started beating away with a pillow full of bricks, Lazaria with one final gasp, grabbed
him her into a stranglehold and managed to put it against the ground as it writhed under her, trying to grasp for air. Much thanks to a beautiful Daoine Sidhe who she will mucho-thanko later.
She laughs crazily whilst imbued in blood and glory, putting a restless
man woman of god(dess) to sleep before activating 'second life' and resetting everything back to normal for herself.