#fool's idol

In life, the Queen had so much love and care to give her people..and in the time leading up to her final moments..her love and care could do nothing as all that which she held dear was taken from her. Left with nothing, not even a soul to call her own. The Old Monk saw to that.

What a cruel man that Monk had been to do the things he did..but the Queen can't be all mad at him for everything. The foolish old man had used the remaining essence of her soul to create his Idol, the Fool's Idol.

Just an artificial doll crafted to look like how she did when she was alive and to be controlled by the Old Monk. To once be a symbol of hope and light left in this dark twisted world. It didn't matter to the prisoners being kept in the ivory tower, as long as their 'Queen' was there..they could hold out for redemption. Even though fellow inmates were having their souls taken and their flesh warped into monsters. It didn't matter, they could have the Idol's love..if that was a real thing.

The Fool's Idol was just to be a tool of the Old Monk, and it was for a long long time. But now he has gotten too weak, his body decaying even as he sits in his golden robes. His control is slipping. His one mistake was using much of the Queen's soul to create the Idol. Because souls are a powerful thing in this world.

It's hard to understand how the Idol finally woke up. Maybe it's the last bit of soul of the former Queen who took charge of her life once more. Or maybe the Idol picked through the contents of it's soul to discover things about itself. Whatever the case maybe, she's finally opened her eyes to what she's been forced to do.

Being used as a way to torture those seeking just a little reprieve from the pain that is inflicted onto them. A false hope, a 'fool's idol'. It tore her apart from the inside out and how many of those that came to her for the love she once provided for it to just be another way to hurt them.

All the pain she caused others, in the name of love and compassion. She had lost so much, a situation that would tear even the best minds asunder. However..the Idol stayed the course. She had sent so many of those who came looking for her protection to their deaths. She couldn't act for much, still a doll under command. Even if that command was slipping day by day.

What truly opened her eyes was you. She had spent countless days sending the wretched and the mudbound to the sky above. How weak and defeated they all were before her eyes. Perfect little things for the Old Monk to torture. But you..you were different. The way you strode into the tower, the fire that burned behind your eyes did something to her twisted soul. She isn't sure what happened, her soul turning in her body like a ink-stained gear.

You reminded her of a time long past. Where she used to love, hold someone warm in her arms or against her chest in compassion. It reminded her of her family, of the days where her heart was filled with love. But it's different now.

She let the one she once loved have their way, and all it got her was a spot under their boots. She wouldn't be that way anymore. She won't let anyone take advantage of her anymore.

The Old Monk is just that, old. His golden robes give him power but only to keep his heart pumping. He has no power in his own to stop her little rebellion. It wasn't much, just something out of his view..until she can deal with him herself.

Once the Idol is aware of her 'feelings' for you, she will swarm you. Her copies appear far too early as they drop all spells to get to you. Just through the fog gate you weren't ready for the sight of half a dozen tall floating women to appear at your sides. One doll on her own never could, but all of them were able to rip your armour and weapons from you. Sure you fought back but they were quick to silence you. Hands gripping every part of you that they could to keep you quiet and still. Can't have the noise getting to the Maneaters right?

Once you are weaponless and defenceless do the dolls bring you closer to their Queen. She doesn't speak to you, lost in the mirror like image of herself that reflected in your eyes. Another part of her, the demon doll part. Loved the fear in your eyes as you looked up at her while you breathed hard through the hand covering your mouth. She wanted your eyes to only be on her, for her. She'll give you the love she's been neglecting giving other, she'll keep you safe from that shrivelled old man.

You thrash when she takes you into her arms but not for long. She's a master of spells while alive so don't think she won't cast a weakening charm on you and watch as you can't keep your heavy eyes open. She might be a doll but you'll become one for her. She can't have you making noise and alerting others. She can keep you here, warm in her embrace.

She knows of a cell, a small dark place that she can keep you until she's dealt with the Old Monk. She needs you to be with her. Once she has, you'll never be allowed out of the tower ever again. The inmates that revere her and the inhuman guards will keep you out of the halls and in her chambers. You will be given food and water from the guards, where they got it really is best left unknown. The rest of the time will be spent with her. She doesn't need to eat, sleep, drink, or do anything that isn't watch and observe all that is you.