Dealthagar/All For Naught

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All For Naught

Dealthagar wathed as the dark purple skinned elf/fairy paced the length of his private torture chamber her rage and anger fully surfaced. "So all I did, all of it was for nothing? All my suffering was meaningless?"

He had been watching her emotions, and had been waiting for this question. "Meaningless? Without purpose? Tell me priestess, why do we Suffer?"

She paused in her tracks. He smiled as her shoulders shook in rage. "We Suffer for we are the walkers of the Path of Oblivion. It leads us to the truth."

"And what is the truth?"

Her shoulders fell. "That everything is meaningless. Oblivion devours all."

Dealthagar nodded slowly. "So what did you learn from all of this?"

Solanaceae's delicate hands clentched into fists and quivvered as her nails bit deep into her palms. "Hate. I finally know Hate."

He crossed the room, turned her to face him and placed his hands on her shoulders. "Hate. It is the fire in our chest, that which drives us, urges us forward, keeps us moving ever onward to the end." He kissed her forehead. "And now the fire burns inside of you."

She turned away, tearing herself from his fatherly grasp. "I don't like it." She paused, her face twisted in anger, before blurting out. "I want him dead! I want to tear out his heart and feed on it! I want to rip him to shreds and let my spiders chew on his still living flesh!"

"That's good. Let it out. Use it. Feel it." He smiled, watching the colors of rage, hatred and bitterness dance in her aura. "You want to destroy. You want to use that primal anger, that base power, and inflict yourself on something."

"Yes. If i cannot kill him, I want to break something. Destroy something."

The Herald chuckled. "Then I have a task for you, my apprentice. Complete this, using all that you have suffered, using all your rage and all your hate...and I shall elevate you."

She sighed, her mouth tight. "What must I do?"

"Are you familiar with the eight shrines of the virtues in Trammel..."


Original Post Date: Mon Apr 12, 2010

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