When June was created, it was automatically apparent that her and Orion were two halves of a whole. Even though she was born pure and he was death incarnate, the thought of being apart from him bred a sickening pit in her stomach, one that she didn’t want to ever explore further. The two remained side by side, attached souls that had no direction in this life without the other. Their relationship went beyond love, beyond lust, beyond blood. It was a spiritual connection so strong and profound that they would never be able to explain or put it into words.
A curious turn of events began unfolding as time drew on, however. With each passing moment, her light began rubbing off on Orion as his darkness began seeping into her. Together, they were a hurricane of holy water and tainted blood, each leaking into the other and creating a vermilion mess of the two. Even after all this time, the process continues; June is slipping deeper and deeper into oblivion while Orion seems to be the most virtuous he’s ever been. Contrary to expectation, June isn’t going down kicking and screaming. In fact, she’s rather enjoying her descent. The Plague barely made her blink, and now that there’s sudden tension among the Argents, she’s eager to play now more than ever.