Novelly Skyefyre
Queen of Oblivion
There were few things in this world that would cause her countenance to soften, and he spoke of one of those things. Not even the death of her children caused her face to display emotion- not even while it was her hands around their throats. Could a tyrant truly be capable of showing such emotion? And such was the question that caused her to snap from a dream-like state and stare 'pon Darren with newfound hatred. It would soon, however, turn to laughter; maniacal, crazed laugher. "You honestly expect me to believe such rubbish? I may be a fool but I was not born yesterday, Darren. He left the Hidden Lord because he wanted to carve his own legacy into the world, and not Gargauth's. He wanted people to fear him, his name.. not tremble when he came around that Gargauth was up to something. I know, I was there. I followed him to whatever ruin he made for himself. I abandoned one mark and was given another one. With each new betrayal I'm marked for the last." The end of her sentence rolled into a fiery hiss. With such anger, it was hard to keep the beast caged inside. So very hard.
"Do not come here and say that I am the reason he is dead. I never begged him to run off with me into some paradise and forget everything we'd leave behind. He made the decision and I followed."
The corner of her upper lip began to twitch, and she'd soon turn away from him and begin in the direction of the doorway. She softly laughed- as emotionless as it was, there was minor humor in it for her. Her head would turn to look back at him. "I didn't discriminate when I used my son's innards as decorations on my bedposts; neither did I flinch when I heard my daughter's screams echoing down the corridor. Monsters don't discriminate. We kill whatever makes us weak." She'd turn back to the door and begin to take a step toward the frame. "And the only way I'd help you, is if I helped you to your grave."
"Do not come here and say that I am the reason he is dead. I never begged him to run off with me into some paradise and forget everything we'd leave behind. He made the decision and I followed."
The corner of her upper lip began to twitch, and she'd soon turn away from him and begin in the direction of the doorway. She softly laughed- as emotionless as it was, there was minor humor in it for her. Her head would turn to look back at him. "I didn't discriminate when I used my son's innards as decorations on my bedposts; neither did I flinch when I heard my daughter's screams echoing down the corridor. Monsters don't discriminate. We kill whatever makes us weak." She'd turn back to the door and begin to take a step toward the frame. "And the only way I'd help you, is if I helped you to your grave."