She was engulfed in a bottomless black void in which there was no forward
or back. It was as if she was stricken blind with her eyes straining to
catch a glimpse of some light that she knew would never come. Then, she was
born into the world- emerging from the darkness to be the only known being
to be alive.
Her chest began to ache after a quick rush of a deadly chill streamed throughout her mind and body. The air around her seemed to have frozen within a seconds notice and became colder with each confused step forward she took. She remembered this cold so well...she remembered this cold from her prayer.
With another fateful step, Deminia began to feel chilled water beneath her feet as it brushed up and down upon her no higher than her big toe. But the shallow water began to grow violent as it sloshed back and forth on her bare body. Within moments of noticing the force of the water growing, she started to panic and tried to back away only to find her naked feet frozen to the unseen floor she walked upon. No matter how hard she fought, her feet would not budge and the water began to rise swiftly above her chest. Using the remainder of her energy to scream she found herself to be stricken mute as the water snuck into her open mouth and engulfed her entire frame. It was then she noticed this was not mere water...the scent was too familiar to her. The stench of death corrupted her mind as she plummeted into the sea of blood.
As she sank into its bloody depths, she clinched her eyes shut tight; half knowing what she was expected to see. She felt her eyelids being pulled back by some foreign source that she struggled to fight with helpless flailing. Yet to her own dismay, she failed. Her eyelids shot open leaving the hell that occurred around her to be unveiled.
Surrounded by the blood's reddish hue were thousands upon thousands of tortured souls letting out horrific shrieks of pain that pierced Deminia's ears. Their faces were long, weary, and shrouded with death and disease as their maggot eaten flesh fell effortlessly from their bones right before Deminia's eyes. Each circled around her and seemed to scream her name out from behind their jagged fangs while they jabbed at her weak limbs to send her writhing in pain before a single soul levitated forward before her. With its presence, the others fell back from Deminia.
It was a womanly figure of Deminia's height that appeared to be of Tier' Dal decent. Deminia for a moment even believed she was looking in a mirror until the figure began to shift to the image of a youthful Koada' Dal. Deminia's eyes fell down upon it and grew wide in fear as she saw a large gash running diagonally from the High Elf's lower neck to below her chest.
With a flash of light, Deminia once again saw that fateful day when she slew the damned spirit that now lingered before her. The girl was all-alone within the forest when Deminia saw her shift out of her Tier' Dal magic. All over again, Deminia re-lived the rage that ran through her blood when she leapt out from her hiding spot and assaulted that Elf that dared to mock her heritage. Before Deminia could re-live the entire moment, she felt her heart writhe in unbearable pain. Being snapped from her dream, she opened her eyes to see the Koada' Dal glower at Deminia with her hand outstretched into Deminia's chest. With a quick thrust, her heart was pulled out of its cavity and Deminia began to plummet down yet another blackened void.
It seemed like an eternity passed before her eyes as Deminia's limp body fell in the endless pit. She screamed through the tears that she cried while death prolonged her wait by keeping her alive long enough to feel the full extent of the pain that rang throughout her entire body. Yet when she thought she could withstand it no longer, it all ended in an instant. Her mind began to soothe and the pain faded away from her chest as a dim figure stood out in the distance. She blinked her eyes once or twice and squinted, only to find Aurion standing alone in the void in front of her with a soft, sincere smile upon his handsome face. Deminia felt a strange sense on anticipation overwhelm her that she never felt before and a smile devilishly snuck up upon her face. Why did she feel herself flutter at his sight.... what...what was happening? Before she could open her mouth to shout out a call of joy, another figure stepped out from behind Aurion's shadow.
So much smaller was this little creature- and so much paler. Deminia cringed at the corpse like being who walked out towards her with its miniature hand outstretched. Its face was drawn and weary as it inched forward just staring Deminia in the eye with an emotionless trance. Within its hand, it held a still-beating heart that with every pulse spilt blood upon his gray hands and quietly dripped to the floor. This little boy was so familiar to Deminia, but she could not think of where, or even how. But then, she remembered. Without taking her eyes off the heart he held in his hand, she brought her own shaking arm to her chest and felt nothing beating inside of it. It was her own heart the boy she so cruelly murdered held within her hand.
Amongst the silence he whispered, "...And it will destroy you."
The silence then ended as a thousand deep and dark screams echoed through Deminia's mind. Breaking out of her trance, Deminia shot her glance upward and saw a more sinister creature run at her with rage flaring within it's red eyes. Without the time or strength to leap to run or coward in fear, she sat motionless with her eyes wide in fear as her own savior sought vengeance upon her. Death finally came for her in the form of being punished for light-heartedness by her own God. Yet, it did not come swift enough.
Another astonishing figure leapt out of the darkness in the form of a luminous light that blinded Deminia only. The figure stood before her and parried the wrath of Innoruuk, saving Deminia's life for at least another moment.
"This matter is not yours to interfere with! Leave the traitor to me!" The Dark Lord boomed in his haunting low-pitched voice.
"The light has embraced my child, your will no longer holds sway over her heart." A foreign voice calmly replied back in a sweet and heavenly tone. Deminia did not recognize the feminine voice at all, nor could she make out the figure as she squinted through the gaps between the fingers that covered her eyes. The pain surged back through her body as she felt nails scratch through her as though a massive hand was being pulled away from her very soul. It was not similar to the pain she felt before...this pain was too much.
"What is happening!"? Deminia shouted with pain-ridden cries.
The feminine voice sounded oh so much closer once it spoke again to Deminia's fragile mind.
"Salvation, my child.... wake. Wake now and begin to embrace the light."
"Wake, child! Wake!" another more scratchy and familiar voice sounded. "Wake!"
Her chest began to ache after a quick rush of a deadly chill streamed throughout her mind and body. The air around her seemed to have frozen within a seconds notice and became colder with each confused step forward she took. She remembered this cold so well...she remembered this cold from her prayer.
With another fateful step, Deminia began to feel chilled water beneath her feet as it brushed up and down upon her no higher than her big toe. But the shallow water began to grow violent as it sloshed back and forth on her bare body. Within moments of noticing the force of the water growing, she started to panic and tried to back away only to find her naked feet frozen to the unseen floor she walked upon. No matter how hard she fought, her feet would not budge and the water began to rise swiftly above her chest. Using the remainder of her energy to scream she found herself to be stricken mute as the water snuck into her open mouth and engulfed her entire frame. It was then she noticed this was not mere water...the scent was too familiar to her. The stench of death corrupted her mind as she plummeted into the sea of blood.
As she sank into its bloody depths, she clinched her eyes shut tight; half knowing what she was expected to see. She felt her eyelids being pulled back by some foreign source that she struggled to fight with helpless flailing. Yet to her own dismay, she failed. Her eyelids shot open leaving the hell that occurred around her to be unveiled.
Surrounded by the blood's reddish hue were thousands upon thousands of tortured souls letting out horrific shrieks of pain that pierced Deminia's ears. Their faces were long, weary, and shrouded with death and disease as their maggot eaten flesh fell effortlessly from their bones right before Deminia's eyes. Each circled around her and seemed to scream her name out from behind their jagged fangs while they jabbed at her weak limbs to send her writhing in pain before a single soul levitated forward before her. With its presence, the others fell back from Deminia.
It was a womanly figure of Deminia's height that appeared to be of Tier' Dal decent. Deminia for a moment even believed she was looking in a mirror until the figure began to shift to the image of a youthful Koada' Dal. Deminia's eyes fell down upon it and grew wide in fear as she saw a large gash running diagonally from the High Elf's lower neck to below her chest.
With a flash of light, Deminia once again saw that fateful day when she slew the damned spirit that now lingered before her. The girl was all-alone within the forest when Deminia saw her shift out of her Tier' Dal magic. All over again, Deminia re-lived the rage that ran through her blood when she leapt out from her hiding spot and assaulted that Elf that dared to mock her heritage. Before Deminia could re-live the entire moment, she felt her heart writhe in unbearable pain. Being snapped from her dream, she opened her eyes to see the Koada' Dal glower at Deminia with her hand outstretched into Deminia's chest. With a quick thrust, her heart was pulled out of its cavity and Deminia began to plummet down yet another blackened void.
It seemed like an eternity passed before her eyes as Deminia's limp body fell in the endless pit. She screamed through the tears that she cried while death prolonged her wait by keeping her alive long enough to feel the full extent of the pain that rang throughout her entire body. Yet when she thought she could withstand it no longer, it all ended in an instant. Her mind began to soothe and the pain faded away from her chest as a dim figure stood out in the distance. She blinked her eyes once or twice and squinted, only to find Aurion standing alone in the void in front of her with a soft, sincere smile upon his handsome face. Deminia felt a strange sense on anticipation overwhelm her that she never felt before and a smile devilishly snuck up upon her face. Why did she feel herself flutter at his sight.... what...what was happening? Before she could open her mouth to shout out a call of joy, another figure stepped out from behind Aurion's shadow.
So much smaller was this little creature- and so much paler. Deminia cringed at the corpse like being who walked out towards her with its miniature hand outstretched. Its face was drawn and weary as it inched forward just staring Deminia in the eye with an emotionless trance. Within its hand, it held a still-beating heart that with every pulse spilt blood upon his gray hands and quietly dripped to the floor. This little boy was so familiar to Deminia, but she could not think of where, or even how. But then, she remembered. Without taking her eyes off the heart he held in his hand, she brought her own shaking arm to her chest and felt nothing beating inside of it. It was her own heart the boy she so cruelly murdered held within her hand.
Amongst the silence he whispered, "...And it will destroy you."
The silence then ended as a thousand deep and dark screams echoed through Deminia's mind. Breaking out of her trance, Deminia shot her glance upward and saw a more sinister creature run at her with rage flaring within it's red eyes. Without the time or strength to leap to run or coward in fear, she sat motionless with her eyes wide in fear as her own savior sought vengeance upon her. Death finally came for her in the form of being punished for light-heartedness by her own God. Yet, it did not come swift enough.
Another astonishing figure leapt out of the darkness in the form of a luminous light that blinded Deminia only. The figure stood before her and parried the wrath of Innoruuk, saving Deminia's life for at least another moment.
"This matter is not yours to interfere with! Leave the traitor to me!" The Dark Lord boomed in his haunting low-pitched voice.
"The light has embraced my child, your will no longer holds sway over her heart." A foreign voice calmly replied back in a sweet and heavenly tone. Deminia did not recognize the feminine voice at all, nor could she make out the figure as she squinted through the gaps between the fingers that covered her eyes. The pain surged back through her body as she felt nails scratch through her as though a massive hand was being pulled away from her very soul. It was not similar to the pain she felt before...this pain was too much.
"What is happening!"? Deminia shouted with pain-ridden cries.
The feminine voice sounded oh so much closer once it spoke again to Deminia's fragile mind.
"Salvation, my child.... wake. Wake now and begin to embrace the light."
"Wake, child! Wake!" another more scratchy and familiar voice sounded. "Wake!"