There was nothing left inside Illaoi but darkness.
She could feel it tearing away at her being, burning away the only humanity she had left bit by painful bit. Something ancient, something dark, something inherently cruel seduced her mind, whispering to her from the darkest corners of her tangled thoughts.
Kill.
Rend.
Smash them to bits.
End them all.
Illaoi was poisoned, touched by the corruption of the Void. There was no going back.
It felt like home.
As the darkness slowly cradled her in its never-ending embrace, she began to forget. The goddess she had once revered disappeared without a remaining fragment in her broken mind. Illaoi tried to hold on, reminded herself that this is all she lived for. The dark did not heed her iron will; the Void offered no mercy.
She hailed a new god now.
She forgot the name of the pirate she had once loved. She relished in the memory of his broken heart now.
She forgot her name. She became only a vessel of power, oh that delicious power. It coursed through her veins like acid, pulsing and volatile and endless. The scream in her body, in her mind, melded as one.
She felt no pain.
She was the void bringer now.
She was death.
