Who Will Save You From the Depths?
The chains of the abyss rattled, and the moment was at hand.
A thought lit in her head, almost four-hundred centuries of battle, and now, had a lapse of judgment wreaked havoc in her mind…
For she stood against a demi-god, the daughter of the Aengul of Order, “Sol Invicta”, at the behest of the Arch-Drakaar, Azdromoth.
The rising of a sword… And it’s downward motion, unredeemed.
A horrifying display of a skill of the muscle, one most pure, instinct, had sent her upward, and to the gravel.
Thelia’s eyes moved to watch Sol Invicta, as she came to watch her, sprawled upon that dreadful gravel soil.
“Who…? Who would save me from the Depths?” she asked, with a dying breath.
“Let me return to the forest.” said the mali’aheral, as visions of her childhood underneath the trees’ shade of the Dominion flashed through her eyes.
“You shall not go anywhere, except for the depths of this Abyss. Peace shall enlighten your soul.” The demi-god replied.
Thelia's head, subsequently, was taken as a trophy.
And thus, she was no more.
Thelia did not leave any letters.
“For death is terrifying, yet we are drawn to it like a moth to a flame, for it is life.”
Art by “Frostbite Studios”.
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