Synful Darkness
Arch Child
A moonless sky graced the heavens above as she made her way back in to her domain. All around her enslaved beings of a town near by were put to work rebuilding the fallen structures that were once hers. A citadel, the tower, a temple, and a few other structures that the clan Darkness had once used. It would have been done much easier if she had used powers of some sort, called upon minions to do her bidding, but alas she found more pleasure in stressing the common mortals of the area. Hissing slightly a few cowered from in front of her, ducking away to allow her passage in to the temple that was almost completely rebuilt at this point.
The Territory of Darkness has fallen with the absence of Syn and others of the clan, many mortals thought it to be a fabled place, so easily forgetting the terror that Darkness had shed upon the realm. Yet Syn desired none of this just yet, instead she had returned here to witness the battle of the realm, Darkness protecting her territories from most attacks coming to close for her comfort. The Capital had been left due to the lack of interest she held, there was nothing to win from it all and no sides had really been drawn, they all lacked direction and it became useless for her to remain. She thought Plague might follow, but it was left to him if he did or not.
Once inside the main room the few men inside quickly took their leave, knowing good and well she enjoyed being alone when entering this part of the Temple. It held an alter, a few pews, and the symbol of Darkness on the far wall above the alter. Black silk and a few candle sticks littered the alter in respects to the Mother Darkness. Sighing she lowered herself down in to a pew and dropped her head, allowing her eyes to close. Meditation was something Syn now invested a lot of time in, it took skill to clear the mind and focus on nothing and everything all at the same time. Perhaps Darkness would rebuild along with the structures around her..or perhaps she would remain here alone again..direction had not come to the tiny dark haired woman of power. Perhaps it never would..
The Territory of Darkness has fallen with the absence of Syn and others of the clan, many mortals thought it to be a fabled place, so easily forgetting the terror that Darkness had shed upon the realm. Yet Syn desired none of this just yet, instead she had returned here to witness the battle of the realm, Darkness protecting her territories from most attacks coming to close for her comfort. The Capital had been left due to the lack of interest she held, there was nothing to win from it all and no sides had really been drawn, they all lacked direction and it became useless for her to remain. She thought Plague might follow, but it was left to him if he did or not.
Once inside the main room the few men inside quickly took their leave, knowing good and well she enjoyed being alone when entering this part of the Temple. It held an alter, a few pews, and the symbol of Darkness on the far wall above the alter. Black silk and a few candle sticks littered the alter in respects to the Mother Darkness. Sighing she lowered herself down in to a pew and dropped her head, allowing her eyes to close. Meditation was something Syn now invested a lot of time in, it took skill to clear the mind and focus on nothing and everything all at the same time. Perhaps Darkness would rebuild along with the structures around her..or perhaps she would remain here alone again..direction had not come to the tiny dark haired woman of power. Perhaps it never would..