[PK] Death, Thrice Drawn

[sapphic_spidy 1089]

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"Are vy sure this jest what vy want?"

 

 

"I'm sure."

 

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Katherine's life was always shrouded in mist for her.

Her first eight years, forgotten.

Her last two decades, corrupted.

 

 

Just a kid just a kid ju

 

Katherine Anne came to Balian at age nine from Aaun.

She knew only her name, age, and place of origin.

She repeated it, over and over.

My name is Katherine Anne. I am from the Kingdom of Aaun. I am nine years old.

 

It was all she said for her first month.

Someone scooped her up, welcomed her into his home.

 

John Augustus Galbraith.

And she loved him at first, she really did, no matter how hesitant she was to consider him a father. She didn't know why she had an aversion to that.

Dark spaces basements enclosed spaces it sinks

But with so many siblings, he didn't really have enough time for her as an individual. She always felt so... separated. She ran off often, a favorite place of her being, ironically, Caelia.

 

"You remind me of my son." 

Those words, which filled her with a happiness beyond words. Her siblings didn't really know her. Her father ignored her. But the man who spoke those words died long ago, a nasty fall down the stairs ending him.

 

John was kidnapped when she was young, and she begged for him to come back. She begged God, she begged the guards, she begged everyone, but Rhys went on his own. She sent letters, promising how much better she'd be if he would just come home.

 

And he did come home. But still.

Things were the same.

 

And then there was Viktoria.

Katherine thought of her as more than a friend, but didn't have the words for such a feeling.

She was almost afraid of Viktoria at times for that very reason. Her feelings, so strong, so one sided. And she was right to do nothing. Viktoria grew up. Had a family. Kids. A husband who became a dead husband. 

 

And Kath stayed the same.

 

She cursed God.

And then someone told her, that God was dead.

 

The second Viktoriya in her life. A woman who opened her up to something new.

Something destructive.

Necromancy.

And so, it was. She became something more monster than man, but she still had lost so much. Her memory in shambles, her anger guiding her every move. She forgot about everything she had. 

 

What about that party?

Right.

 

Years before, the party the day before her 18th birthday. She sent out several invitations. 

Only two people showed up.

Mother Alrisha, the only source of motherly love Katherine could ever remember.

Naya. Naya. Naya.

 

Naya's gone but I can bring her back and she can be ours she c

 

Years later, decades later, in her necromantic years, after she broke free of the Red Lich who did nothing but talk down to her, she had a chance to bring Naya back.

But it failed. Her soul was irretrievable. Gone. And that was that.

 

Her other hopes were gone. Turning the others she once loved into ghouls to keep them around. It wouldn't work.

 

Once again she was without life force. 

So weak.

Weak.

Weak.

 

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The gravelord was gone. Murkwater was in shambles. Her anger stopped guiding her as strongly. She felt like a burden to Nefertiti. She was tired of feeling nothing.

 

Y did move on, Katherine. Y moved on with life, because vy did niet move with eam. Vy were one of mea closest friends, e Y will treasure the friendship moy had.

 

Vy were one of the brightest lights Y failed to protect.

 

Are vy sure? Are vy sure this jest what vy want?

 

Standing before the woman she once looked at with nothing but love in her eyes, pure admiration, something that could not be returned back to her.

 

She assured her that she was certain.

 

Katherine was ready to die.

 

Will she meet Naya again? How long until John joins her? 

 

 

 

 

 

I'm sure.

I'm sure.

 

It was a quick stab, the knife, and then she was met with the cold water below. It wasn't the worst way to die. She knew how she didn't want to die.

 

Not by her own hand.

Not by the hand of the church.

Not by the hand of a lich.

 

She got her wish. In preparation, a few letters were left.

 

To John. @TreeSmoothie

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John.

 

Do I have any right to blame you for all that happened? I don't know that I do. 

 

I tried my hardest to love you. I just wanted to be loved. More than anything else, that's all I wanted. I was wrong to think you were capable of that. You had so many children, and what was I, but a bastard? I was less than a bastard. I was adopted, not of your flesh and blood at all. 

 

You couldn't love me, you couldn't be my father, not when you had so many other children.

 

Please don't forget I ever existed. 

 

-Katherine Anne

To Viviana. @mmjinae

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You scared me. But I feel I owe you a goodbye. At least you tried to be a friend. If you're reading this, I'm dead.

 

And if I stop being dead, if I come back, kill me. 

 

-Katherine

 

To Nefertiti. 

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If you are reading this, I am dead, and I would like to stay that way please. You were the best teacher I ever had. I'm sorry it was all wasted on me.

 

This isn't the life for me. I'm out of options. I'm tired of waiting to die. 

 

I'm sorry. 

-Fo'lithren 

 

To Viktoria. @retro

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I lost myself.

I lost you.

I lost everything. 

Please don't forget me.

I don't know how I'll die, but if I die, know it was for the best.

 

I can't remember the first eight years of my life, I've never been able to. And there's so much since then I've lost. When we were kids, I loved you, but now my ability to feel that is gone. It's empty.

 

I turned to necromancy. I made a mistake. I know I did. That's why I have to die. I let us drift apart. I made a mistake.

 

As much as I want to turn back time and get all I lost, I can't do that. I can only regret the choice I made. Choosing to die is the most I can do for anyone.

 

I used to wish you didn't change. But now I understand. Change is good. So I hope you continue to change, to grow. Something I can no longer do.

 

-Katy

 

To Serthekur. 

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You were wrong.

 

 

 

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OOC NOTES YIPPEEE

 

This character was a lot of fun. It's just, the direction she went, I'd rather put her to rest now than grow tired of her in the future. Necromancy was not for me, evidently!! Oops!! But it was a fitting end. Thank you retro :3

 

So yea!! thanks everyone who interacted wit hthis character

First PK post yippee

 

[Mescaffier 6197]

Her father - her true father - looked down at the letter in dismay. John had never gotten to tell her, but what if he had? Surely nothing good. Most of his children were dead, these days, and he had little to show for it. Rowan & Iduna were about the closest he had to children, and the only children that didn't hate him with a passion. He set the note away, and after a moment's hesitance, went on with his day.

 

Serthekhur chortled. In some endless abyss, floating and standing, living and dying, breathing and suffocating in that black smog, she saw her acolyte's soul wisp away. He was Death, ever-present and absent all the same. It almost looked to be crying, if it could cry - if only that wicked being could have the same will as that woman. No, woefully not.

"I had been . . . hoping I was."

"About this all."

The screams and shrieks and wails and cries of those, too, lost in the Lifebanks filled the gap between each word. A new life added to it. How odd it were that Serthekhur chose to exist there, like a stubborn plant in concrete.