The first thing I can remember(your last clear memory) is of
extraordinary pain. Forehead slicked with sweat, chest throbbing painfully
in counterpoint with the beating of my heart, my hands came up slicked with
blood. Delirious from blood loss I sobbed quietly with the little energy I
had left. Laying chained to the table, I could do little else. A sudden
burning sensation engulfed my entire body from the inside out, the gaping
wound in my belly forcing the serrated knife out as it mystically mended.
My blood was afire, eyes blinded in pain, my mind and body assaulted by
something foreign to me. As I grew weaker(and I stronger) I heard a strange
voice in my head, my own voice, imperiously calling out to me demanding
obeisance and obedience.
As I lay writhing in agony assaulted by my own mind, an earlier memory came
to me. They were a good people, and acted out of fear. Fear of loss of
what they loved. Raised by the church as I was, my gifts nutured and
developed... Still I was an outsider to them. As one pure and untainted, I
was the perfect choice for their gambit, a ritual to appease the very demons
they feared. A foolish gambit, one that had the very opposite effect of
what they desired. Strapped to the table impaled as I was, my death
certainly approaching, still I prayed for their deliverance.
As the pain, fire, and fear reached a cresendo within me suddenly something
within me snapped. Tendrils of power exploded from within my being and
lashed out, a splash of blood hitting the walls and dull thuds as bodies hit
the floor. A clarity came to me then, the ritual summoned something not of
this world, something unwholesome and tainted, and it was in the room(...
It is you...) . As I had that realization, my mind was assaulted suddenly
and my vision slowly darkened with the my voice cackling madly from within.
I fell into unconsciousness.... Surcease..
Description:
A tall, slender figure stands cloaked in shadow. Blonde hair so pale as to
appear white cascades in waves down her back unbroken save for the long pointed
ears that protrude through it. Her eyes regard the world serenely from within
a face that appears both youthful and innocent, their color impossible to
determine as her eyes change color from an icy blue to a burning red color
seemingly at random. A translucent veil symbolizing her purity partially
obscures the fair features of her face, high cheekbones competing for notice
with a small upturned nose as well as thin lips curved into an eerie smile.
Her lithe figure appears to be quite frail, lacking in musculature though
her frame does bear alluring feminine curves. They are accentuated by the form
fitting nature of her diaphanous white robes, which also indicate her station.
The air feels thick around her, emanating an ominous aura bearing both menace
and dread.
