Post by Darren wong (Bubbles) on Oct 3, 2019 12:48:35 GMT
An Introduction
The night is cold. Still. Quiet.
A short sharp scream emanates from Bubbles and she jerks out of yet another nightmare. Breathing heavily, she panics and glances around the room for potential threats.
No, there aren’t any demons, giants, or ancient serpent gods around. Perhaps just the phantom smell of fish lingering in the air. She lets out a heavy sigh.
Another nightmare, another delicate metal link for her body chain. She sits up in bed and thinks back the past few months. No point in trying to go back to sleep now, she isn’t brave enough.
Life was simple back in the city, she made a good living with her family – the Hellstorm’s. Avoiding the constabulary as she fenced the ill-gotten gains, while her twin sorted out the shadier side of the family business. I mean, so what if her family was somewhat dodgy and nefarious – they were demon worshippers, it’s a Tiefling cultural thing. She never really felt comfortable with the whole devil worship malarkey. But it all went to shit when they decided that their little operation needed more oomph, and decided that she was going to be the one to make a pact with Hell. She wasn’t being given a choice. Long story short, a few changed markings and mumbled words later, she sent her spirit and soul into the ether and instead of directing it down to the fire and brimstone, she sent it spiraling up into the cosmos beseeching anyone/anything to come to her. Something answered. Bubbles had a Patron.
Safe to say, her family were not best pleased. Ostracized and disowned, she didn’t even have time to say goodbye to her sibling. She made her way to new lands, lands full of adventure and most important anonymity.
All in all, the months seemed to have passed without much incident, not counting the various near death experiences that she admittedly put herself in. Her mysterious Patron largely ignored her passing, until one night she felt it. Felt someone unearth a long forgotten relic, a book. That’s when the tapping in her mind started, like someone tapping on a glass window trying to get in, sometimes like a loud pounding on a door. That’s when her nightmares started. That’s when her obsession to find, to know, to control started. It’s all consuming.
And the more she reaches into her bond to manifest the power, the more intense these feelings get. But it just feels so good, this seemingly unending well of power. But at what cost?
She worries she is losing grip of her sanity, her lust for power and knowledge scares her. Is it still her?
She looks out her window at the sea and thinks of those around her, she worries for them and what might happen to them. What she/it might do to them.
Still, she has to be careful, has to remember to put on a happy face - no one even knows her real name yet, just in case.
Maybe she should have listened to her parents and made a deal with the devil instead.
The night is dark and full of terrors.
May your nights be dreamless.
Rebirth
.... I am Lillith. And i will have blood....
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