Long ago, there was a very well-known and beautiful priestess. A seer of all good and bad. Those who were close enough to her, knew her by name. Rose. Although Rose was a well known girl for her powers, she never dared speak of the terrors of her powers. As a seer, she could see all the good fortunes. And the brutal horror of the bad. She feared her powers.
As Rose grew older, from a frightened child to a haunted young woman. Her powers grew darker and darker. And was haunted with nightmares. Every dream and vision calling her into the darkness. The glow from her pure heart getting wrapped in the tendrils of her fears and dying out. In fear of her own power, she fled from her village.
Rose had then fled, surviving in a cave in the mountains. The seer was slipping from sanity. Her violet eyes constantly filled with a look of paranoia as her shaky fingers used a rock to scratch upon the wall. Words. All of them were of the darkness. But the darkness was no longer just the darkness. She had called them Horrorterrors. These terrors whispering to her in the depths of the night. Almost silent whispers and screams that could only be heard by her. Some still called her towards the dark. Rose would cry out to the voices of her fears. Drowning them out with sobs and chanting denial to every invitation the terrors tempted her with.
But soon, even the seer had run out of fear. As the last bit of her sanity had slipped away. She began to listen to the voices. Conversing with the Horrorterrors. Giggling to them, how welcome she felt in the arms of her fears. Hiding away in the shadows when the sun would rise. Embracing the invisible arms of the shadows, her warmth and shelter.
And one day, the darkness had asked her yet again.
"Rose," The disembodied whispers called out in a hushed unison, "Our lovely little Rose, join us. We beg."
Rose had took no surprise to the request, only curling in closer to the invisible arms of the shadows.
"Please do not be silent, Rose...we assure you it will not hurt, if that is what you worry about."
Rose lifted her head, a soft inhale was heard before she opened her lips to her fears.
"I accept your offer, only if you forgive my behavior from so long ago."
Her eyelids had shut and she could almost see the smiles of the whispers.
"All is forgiven, our beloved Rose...rest now. For in your dreams shall you join us."
And the poor girl had obeyed. As she lay herself down to rest, falling unconscious to the world before her. As she slept, the darkness did as they promised, the blackened threads of the darkness slithered out to the seer's body. Threads trailing along her bare skin, blood beading before them. But she did not wake. She did not feel a thing. As the threads tore, a small smile slid onto the face of the victim. And before anyone would have known it, it was done.
When the eyes of the seer opened once again, violet irises met many dark figures before her. One reaching out to her and pulling her into their arms.
"Our beloved Rose, how lovely it is to finally be in your presence."