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For years, the Dark Religion has persecuted the Light Jeweled with its doctrine of stigmatization. Under the messianic Queen Elisif Brenden, it has flourished, ensuring Glacia’s success in other fronts. But upon her death, a line has been drawn and forces beyond Glacia’s borders are gathering to stop its theocracy once and for all.
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Author Topic: Unheavenly Creatures  (Read 217 times)

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Offline Lydia Kalas

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Unheavenly Creatures
« on: Jan 10, 19, 11:14:37 AM »
The sacrifice was ready. All that remained now was to commence.

Over the last few months, with the death of their illustrious Queen marking the lowest point of that time period, Lydia had been cultivating the mind of her latest convert, a young Rose witch sent to her from a patron named Dagur Elkshaarn. Initially, the woman had been defiant, calling for revenge and the downfall of the Dark Religion. She had been taken from her home forcibly, and while Lydia did not condone such actions, the woman’s family connections to the Underground made it completely necessary.  Lord Elkshaarn had assured Lady Kalas that the rest of the family would be…reformed…and had sent this young Erna to Lydia for additional tutelage in the holiness of Mother Night.

The first week with the witch had been difficult. Lydia had waited patiently for moments of doubt or desperation to appear and then, using honeyed words but no spells, had planted the seeds that she would grow later into blessed vines within the young girl’s mind. Her parents, in their defiance of Mother Night’s statutes, were unredeemable, Lydia whispered, but Erna, despite her Rose Jewel, could yet be saved. If she believed, truly believed, then Lydia could help her scour away the stain on her soul and she would rise from the ashes of her old life, reborn. No more stigma, no more dehumanization.

With the barbarian Prince Eclipse, Lydia had been thwarted by a protective spell around his mind. With this young witch, there was fertile, easy ground to work with.

Lydia, of course, offered her Priestess services to the young woman, when she was finally worn down enough. Encased in her Red, she had brought the young down into a deep communion, far deeper than her mere Rose could give, and let her experience the absolute oneness that existed there. As always, even burdened with her charge, Lydia rose from that communion feeling refreshed and repurposed.

The girl had wept tears of joy.

After that, it had taken very little to get the girl to see the correct path to take. There were still moments of defiance, yes,  but all Lydia had to do was play upon the girl’s doubts that she was not pious enough, reminding her of the glory she had experienced in the Abyss. If she adhered more firmly to the Dark Religion, she could experience that again.

Bit by bit, the girl became bidden, her previous ideals broken down, as she fell into the knowledge that her family had abandoned her, set her up for betrayal, and all that was left was for her to embrace her status within Mother Night and rejoice.

Once or twice a week, to keep the girl’s appetite whetted, Lydia summoned her to commune again. Sometimes, the other maids, like Yvetta, were in attendance. Sometimes, it was just the two of them. But each time they resurfaced from the Abyss, Lydia could see it in the girl’s eyes.

She wanted more.

A week before the ceremony, Lydia finally wrapped a small suggestion around the girl’s mind: what if she could give herself entirely to Mother Night? There had to be a ceremony that would somehow dedicate every inch of her – body and soul – to the holiness of the Dark, right? If she proved herself in absolute surrender, then all would be right in her life.

It was just a suggestion, hardly a whisper, but it took root. A few days later, Erna begged Lydia to take her down into the Abyss, as deep as they could go, and Lydia calmly obliged her. When they rose, Erna demanded to know if there was a ritual she could undergo to show her devotion to Mother Night. She would do anything to prove herself.

Lydia smiled. Perfect.

Offline Lydia Kalas

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Re: Unheavenly Creatures
« Reply #1 on: Jan 10, 19, 11:38:51 AM »
The day of the ceremony, Erna was told to fast and pray. To think of her past sins and to reflect on the person she wanted to be. Lydia left the girl in solitude, for she had her own rituals to attend.

This particular ritual was one she had learned from Lady Tuomi, handed down from Queen Brenden herself. It was, therefore, paramount that she perform it correctly, as a failure to do so would be seen as both an insult to their illustrious yet departed Queen and an affront to Mother Night, who had ordained it. Lydia was certain she would not falter.

She bathed accordingly, reflecting upon her own meager faults, and asked for forgiveness as she attempted to do better. She had no doubt that she was doing the work of Mother Night – that was never a question – but the circumstances of the last few weeks had left her feeling strained. The funeral, the decisions, the endless maneuvering of political pieces just because one very important one had been removed from the board… Lydia had lost weight. Not enough to be seen but she could feel it. Therefore, before this ritual, she made certain to eat heartily. It would do her no good to faint during this important work.

Alone in her private cavern, she communed briefly, just enough to top off her Jewels and replenish her devotion, before donning on a simple robe with nothing underneath. For this ritual, it was demanded that she appear before Mother Night with no adornment, but until she was once again alone in her cavern, she wore the robe.

Incense burned, thick and heady, snaking across the stone altar, as Lydia readied her tools. The golden offering cup gleamed in the weak firelight. One of the new daggers that Prince Tostain had been commissioned to complete sat beside her old one. It would be consecrated today with this ritual. Lydia ran her finger along its sharp edge, appreciation for its craftsmanship flickering across her face. She set it back down next to her other one and then smoothed away the barest wrinkles that movement had caused along the cloth covering the altar.

Behind her, currently not occupying her attention, the floor of the cavern was etched in an intricate pattern of spirals, with the center of that design opening into a small hole into the dark, loamy earth below. Outside, shielded by rock, the moonless sky was black like the Abyss. This ritual was always held in a time and space like this. Some Queens – the ones blessed enough to know of this ritual – performed it monthly with their triangle of Healer, Priestess, and Black Widow. Others, like Lydia, who had no triangle, performed it whenever the need arose.

Glacia was in need now.

When her utensils were prepared and the chamber readied, Lydia sent a simple word to her loyal guard Abulard to bring the girl. The initiate, she called her, thinking of how pleased Mother Night would be with this offering as she poured the laced red wine into the offering cup, watching it swirl like blood. In just a short while, the Rose witch would know the embrace of Mother Night and Glacia would be made stronger for it.

The Darkness was indeed merciful. To the right people.

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Re: Unheavenly Creatures
« Reply #2 on: Jan 10, 19, 12:09:59 PM »
Erna Elkshaarn came to her bright-eyed and eager. Lydia sensed that hardly a trace of the suggestion spell remained. What shone in the witch’s eyes was a desperate fanaticism, some of it brought on by delirium, but most of it powered by the craving to experience the holy, the inexplicable. To leave the boundaries of this burdensome world for a moment and to know more than was possible. To be embraced and held by the loving Darkness that had created her. That was the gift Lydia Kalas offered this young girl.

“Welcome,” Lydia said, effusing warmth and pride when she felt neither of those things towards this girl. “Today, you will show Mother Night the depths of your devotion to her and she will reward you greatly. The stain upon your soul shall be scoured away and you will made new.” That was the only indication Lydia gave to Erna of what was to come, yet the Rose witch smiled beatifically, ready to receive her sainthood. “Have you reflected upon the sins of your past and, in doing so, are ready to step forward into the new life offered to you by the most holy Mother Night?”

“I have and I am,” Erna answered.

Perfect.

Lydia floated the offering cup between them and instructed Erna to disrobe and then kneel within the pattern of spirals. “Drink, as I tell you the story of the Blood and our sacrifice,” Lydia commanded of the girl. As Erna did so, revealing the unblemished skin of youth and draining the cup, Lydia began a slow orbit around the girl, letting her words settle into a slow, hypnotic cadence as she relayed the poetic words of how the Blood had been created, spiraling into Ebony, catching stars with their tails. The entire telling took the greater part of ten minutes, but halfway through, Lydia could see the effects of the wine taking hold. Though the girl remained kneeling, her palms resting upwards on her thighs, ready to receive her blessing, she swayed slightly in time with Lydia’s voice, enraptured.

The drugs within the wine were potent. Erna would float in bliss until the ceremony was complete.

“Erna Elkshaarn,” Lydia crooned. The girl’s head lolled back just enough to indicate that she was listening still. Lydia’s orbit came to a slow, then a stop in front of the girl. She was plain, with stringy blonde hair and barely there breasts. Kain would have broken her in just one night. She would be put to better use this way. After all, a prayer mixed was blood was an offering to the Darkness and the best gift one could give. Using Craft, Lydia motioned towards the implements behind her, her hands never touching them. “Are you ready to dedicate yourself – mind, body, and soul – to the Darkness that formed you, the Mother that loves you, and the Night that welcomes you?”

“I am,” the girl answered dreamily.

The dagger that Prince Tostain had created flashed swiftly across that slim throat, opening it to receive the gift of eternity.

As Erna Elkshaarn struggled to breathe, as her blood sluiced down her breasts and found the spiraling channels etched into the floor, Lydia, still standing far enough away to avoid getting dirtied, forced open the girl’s inner barriers, dragging her down, down, down into the Abyss for one final communion. **The Mother thanks you for your sacrifice,** she whispered along the Red, burning away at the girl’s mind with her power even as her blood seeped into the holy ground far below the cavern where witchblood bloomed in absolute darkness. **Glacia will be made strong because of you.**

The girl hiccupped, choked, and then collapsed, the smile never leaving her face as she died.

 

 

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