My greatest failure is allowing those I care about to be hurt.
|Shadows hung over every single tree and beast within this forest just outside of the port town known as Hargeon. A place home to Sayrns old family now decrepit and almost lifeless in nature as they slowly lost more members. It was rare to hear from them but when they spoke old memories always welled up from within her. Be it the memories of old friends to a man who helped her shape her life further on she could no stop emotions from rising. Yet this was not her plight today for over a few months she had been delving into research on a subject she believed could cure a plight she had dealt with since she was nineteen years old. In her hands she held a small red notebook one she had filled to the brim with mentions and names all rambling perhaps. But with each name they all have the same connotations, Lich of Hell, Undying Queen and even one cult book which named her the ‘Goddess of Chaos.’ All cultish nonsense with names. But with each language she had studied they all linking together the same concepts which she knew could not be a simple coincidence. |
Her only reasoning for this search was the fact this so called ‘Goddess’ could give her the wish she wanted after all this time. Years of having a body that was lethal to most all around her and even nearly killing her own child just from having them. These facts drove her even harder to find a cure for her mutations and every time a new idea cropped up it always failed. This time though she knew it HAD to work for if it did not all was lost to her cause. And so with great amounts of preparation and after slaughtering an entire group of cultists that tried to stop her from stealing their knowledge they held she was ready. Slowly she prepared her circle making sure to apply it using her own blood black as night. With a soft sigh she would create a pentagram using her blood once more setting a red candle at each point. Looking through her notes she would set a name of each language in three different areas one being in midi, ‘Izanami.’ Another name she set to be from the great lands of Desierto a goddess named ‘Kali.’ And in the final spot she set one last name which she assumed to be the real name ‘Eris.’
With all the summoning agents in place she only had one last job and it was one she dreaded. Holding out a knife she would completely pop her right arm out of socket and in quick and strong cutting motions tear off her entire arm laying it in the middle of the circle her blood which gushed from her arm sizzling the floor and melting through it from its corrosive nature. With a deep breath she would kneel in front of the circle slowly raising her remaining left arm in a prayer motion, “Eris Goddess of Chaos I beseech to thee and would like to make a deal. . . A contract if you will. . .” She would repeat this request for a few minutes before falling back the blood loss being large as she took one of the candles singing the wound closed and slamming her hand with the candle onto the ground. “DAMMIT. . . Did it not work?” She would sit in anger hating herself for what seemed to be a bust of a ritual.
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