#malachia

The original body died a long, long time ago.

it was continuously overworking itself and accumulated damage. it was poorly maintained, neglected in most ways it needed to keep it alive.

since the bodys will was taken by its master, that body started and stoped its movement only when ordered so. it was lacking self-regulation, breaking itself to complete its missions and any given tasks. no breathers, no rest, no vacations, no aftercare haha~ it couldn’t even faint or in any way immobilise itself.

for one reason* or other, Reina wasn’t taking proper care of it… for an outsider it would take constant, energy consuming, consistent and delicate work to consciously do what a healthy brain/body/“soul” if you will, does unconsciously.

* i just don’t think it’d even be on her list of priorities to begin with: to spend so much mental energy on her “tool”.. i think she wouldn’t even like to think he’s *there* to begin with… maybe she could cast a spell on it? give up some of its will or install safety measures

it smelled really bad… the flesh began to rot. he was decomposing ‘alive’, a walking corpse.

[which again, i don’t think, Reina payed any attention to. she maintained a great distance and avoided his presence as the mere sight of him submerged her in draining combination of guilt and selfhatered. she subconsciously hated him for invoking those feelings and ended up growing blind to everything that is related to him, only letting her slave in her presence from a far. to take orders. and report of those orders completed]

His owner finely took notice of the fact, only when he - who was once a living being, was now no longer even corpse …but more of a.. fucked up…. sack of barely connected bones. which, after dragging itself out the of portal, dropped to the ground somewhere in the distance. she wouldn’t even notice ‘that thing’ was there for quite a while. irreversibly broken, it lay there forgotten, up until the moment she’d get annoyed that’s it’s taking too long for him to complete a mission. and then when she finds his sickly remains, she’d get pissed at him that she now has to spend even an once of energy on repairing the tool. it would’ve honestly been a relief for her, if it wasn’t for slaves usefulness in progressing her goal outside of Limbos confinement.

Since the original body of the stolen spirit could no longer force-move itself [tho it kept trying to, unsuccessfully, until it was finally ordered to stop] his owner made a new vessel for her to store the soul into. She was probably too used to this situation she got going. doing a quick fix while ignoring the core issue, that her item has withered completely, and even more so: that she was choosing to continue the disgusting abuse of an innocent soul and his remains that she stole.

[extra] if Malachias portrait was returned/freed, the artificially made vessel would collapse, fall apart like a dirt-doll stripped of the cord which bond all of its parts together