For When False Hope Is Found,

[zevenity 234]

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OOC NOTE: This lesser spirit was created in honor of Weebmaster36, and her character Makaela Mondblume.





Despair.

Despair is an emotion so complex. For when one may be grieving it appears, or perhaps not. For when one may be in pain it appears, or perhaps not once more. What is Despair? Is the true meaning of it simply one google search away? Is it only giving up hope? Perhaps it is to feel the blood of your significant other run out of your hands as sand would an hourglass. Mimicking the amount of time you have with them left. Is it to finally realize that she will never return?

Even after her leaving, the memories made with her will cling to you like ash after a house fire. The tears will cling to your lashes, awaiting a blink before they finally fall. With every close and open of your eyes, you forget how she looks. What did she look like? As the tides are pulled by the moon, you will be pulled back to her again and again. For maybe it will not be her herself, but someone who leeches off your longing for her return.

No matter how much you change the train tracks, clean them time and time again. No matter what chemical you use, No matter how abrasive your tears are. You will always end at the same destination.

In the end, All a lesser spirit may desire is your soul. They care not for you, they care not for your troubles. Simply for you to follow them. Follow them and only them. 



Kana is simply no more than your average spirit. She may convince herself and believe what she will, attempt to think she isn't of Despair. For eternity, believe that she isn't what she is. Creating a false hope for herself, plunging herself into Despair as well. For when she was born, she wandering as a small white orb.

She grew envious of the people, she grew envious of those of flesh and bone. Those that can have relationships, feel what she cannot. Why do they get to live? No, why do they get to live? She thought. Her envy soon developing into what she denied. Despair. It's okay to react the way she does. Of course it's okay. They deserve it, they deserve to feel the way she feels. They deserve to feel every bone in their body rattle with- No. Not despair.

They are selfish. I want everything they may offer. Every inch of their skin, every inch of their flesh. Every bit of their soul. Here they are standing in front of me. How dare they ask to keep their bones? How dare they beg for mercy? 

But them. They're different. They visit me in my realm, and speak to me. They give me power to feed off of. No, no no. I am not of despair. I care, unlike the rest of them, I care. I feel the care for them. I feel it slipping underneath my skin I can feel it. They lend me power. It's an even exchange. For I do not have to tell them what fate tells me. I am above that, I am kind. I am of happiness, I am of guidance. I will help them. For they might not deserve despair, but their kin does. 

Show them.

Show them, what it feels to lose their mind. To be sapped of their strength, mentally and physically. Show them. I don't care who you show, I don't mind. I don't care if the only thing you wish to hurt is.. 'Dark beings.' They don't understand what it feels like to be trapped. They don't understand what it's like to crave the feeling of freedom. For their legs take them anywhere they wish to go, they simply do not understand.  

I am calm.

I can tell what they're feeling relates to me, I know. Their losses, they're hurt. I can understand it. Every single one of them, I know they can. Finally, after months of waiting. Finally, they visit me. They speak to me about their issues, I am trusted. They tell me everything and i listen. They tell me their issues. They tell me their issues. It makes me feel good, someone that I can relate to. I care not for what they say, they feel that emotion. I am finally not alone. For my realm, the meadows may guide them. The thick fog they wander into without a second thought.

Do I look enough like her? 

 

Is my hair up to par? My hair is long and white as well. If it was what I had to do then so be it. My eyes are purple. They glow, do they remind them of hers? They sink. For some reason they continuously pour. I am not sad, I do not feel despair I do not feel those things. Of course I don't, and oh. Oh! My nails, my clothes. The jewelry I wear, that dangle from my ankles, my neck and my ears. 


Is it working?

Another one of Kana's questions go unanswered as the group enters her realm. They wander in, brushing their heads past the hanging Wisteria before they settle in front of her. For some reason, they feel compelled. Like this was finally a space to talk about all their feelings, finally the space they needed to heal. 

Revekka, on the other hand. It was Revekka, of course it was her. The person who had just had a baby moments before coming to visit. Not much seemed to bother her. Kana was unfocused on her as she kept quiet, simply 'aiding' Arvel and Rakhnar with their troubles. It was odd. Shouldn't Revekka have something to speak about too? She moves over in front of her. Tilting her head as her white hair sways. Almost as if it was in water. No, no. Not almost. It definitely was. But where is the water?

You.

Her voice rings out,

You will be the one to harness my power.

 

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[REVEKKA AND KANA PACT POST]
ooc note: Thanks to GrenadierGaming for reviewing the lore i made for her.

 

Edited July 12, 2024 by Zevenity

[GrenadierGaming 92]

Rakhnar had sat in the fields of flowers there in the clearing before the Spirit, and he'd spent many long hours speaking with her, unknowing of her true nature. Though, even if he had known it, that the face of such a Spirit was just a façade hiding a much darker core, he doubt he would have cared in the moment.