#kindaneat

(Alt post! I’ve had this idea for a character for a week or so now, and it really excited me. I’ll probably never find time to rp it, but the concept is fun!)

It was like a long, unending nightmare. Aidaris considered for perhaps the hundredth time already. Not being able to sleep anymore somewhat did that to a person. Making life feel like one long day. 

Floating above the broken isles, Archerus held a mildly malicious aura about itself. As one would expect from a flying necropolis filled with unholy and dark magic. Even if it was turned against the legion for the moment, the sensation never failed to make her skin crawl. Which was even worse given how it was inside her.

As they tended to do, thoughts drifted backwards, had it really only been a few weeks? Had she really survived so much just to wind up like...this? Not for the first time her lich-fire eyes drifted up to the moon. To her goddess. The being she’d worshipped under for her whole life. Who no longer could reach her, was deaf to her prayers.

The sundering, that was terrifying enough for someone as young as she had been. A hundred years or so, so immature, inexperienced. Ignorant. After everything that had happened with fel, the demons, the destruction...So many loved ones lost. She’d devoted herself fully to the faith. To Elune, to help those still remaining.

That had been ages past, however. For nearly ten thousand years she served dutifully at the temple of Elune. Healing the sick, helping the injured, preaching to the doubtful. Always in the hopes that she was making the world a better place. 

Then this invasion had began. 

The temple was in chaos, destruction everywhere, people being attacked by seemingly friends. Demons so skilled in their magics that they could almost seamlessly blend in, even among such holy people. In the end, she, like many others, was slaughtered. 

Everything had gone quiet, then. Though...what memories she had of that period were indistinct and impossible to reach. Separate from her waking mind, like an ancient dream. Long forgotten, yet somehow briefly glimpsed rarely. 

The next thing she knew she was awake. Yet the pain...the emptiness, the hollow feeling inside. She hadn’t known at the time, though had come to realize, the light had left her. A part of her existence, entire life, destroyed. Never to be reached again.

They’d had to stop her from killing herself more than a few times within just as many days. Apparently they were taking from any battlefield, growing their numbers purely out of need. Something about needing more soldiers. An endless supply of soldiers. A few even griped about not being allowed to beat her loathing out of her.

Loathing it was indeed, she was wretched. A monster, cut off from all that was holy, never allowed again to feel the warmth of her goddess. Of her people, of anyone. All she felt was cold now...An endless chill that never ebbed or faded. Keeping her nerves on edge.