Your name is Manasa Shesha, and you are dying.
You are dying, and it's all HER fault.
You never trusted HER, and it's always been because of your matesprit. She always wanted them, obsessed with something you didn't understand (perhaps wanting some superficial sense of superiority over a burgundy lover?), stalked them even. And yet, you were the one to get Inarii's affections. You were the one to become their Heart.
And now, because of that, you are dying. You never expected this, to be killed by the teal blood bitch, and yet it's happening. Set on fire and stabbed. Horrible way to go. And as you fall, burning and bleeding, the bitch runs. Perhaps to find YOUR Inarii, give them the news of an 'accident' so she can comfort them like a lover does, or maybe to kill them as well, for spurning her affections? You don't want either of those to happen.
You know where you are on your land. Just pass that poison river is a cocoon with a symbol above it. You crawl there, straight through the river. It doesn't matter, poison doesn't hurt you anymore, not since you were a young wiggler just starting to experiment. You collapse onto the raised platform, pull the blood-coated knife from your torso, and stab it into your throat. You gasp a few times, choking on your own rich indigo blood, before letting darkness fall.
After what seems like an eternity of darkness, you awaken on Skaia, a winged Prince.
You are Manasa Shesha, Prince of Doom. And you have a bitch to kill.