~ Sha'Yogeth ~

[Nobilis]

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐇𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥𝐝 ​ Before she was aware of anything else, she was aware of the voice. It was overpowering. It was menacing.​ It was strong.​ It permitted her to think. It gave her that ability. It allowed her to exist. Time passed, though she knew not how long. A moment. Eons. Perhaps the notion of time itself existed only within her—inside the little corner of self that existed in the infinite sweeping cosmos of what it was. But she felt it. She felt the passage of time; every moment a thousand lifetimes. And infinity in the blink of an eye. It was enough to shatter any mind. To drive anyone rational to madness. Eventually, she had sufficient bravery to speak. To ask. "Who am I?" Yɱɠ' αԋ ყα υαααԋɳყƚԋσɾ​ The voice shattered her. It split her open and spilled out her insides, and then it mended her flesh, stitching her back together. Every thought, every word, she was unwoven and made whole again. Gradually, strength returned and then another question came. Still, her voice was small and insignificant in the presence of such enormity. "Why do I exist?" F' υαααԋ ɳιʅɠԋ'ɾι υԋ'ҽɳαԋԋ ρԋ'ɳɠʅυι ɳ'ɠԋα​ And so she was given meaning. She was given a purpose. Then, she was blessed with a word with which to describe that purpose. Annihilation. "When shall I begin?" R'ʅυԋ αԋ ყɱɠ' ɱɠҽρυʅɳαԋ αԋ ʅɯ'ɳαϝԋ'ɳαԋσɾ​ "I did not mean to presume..." The voice fell away from her, leaving nothing but a hollow, infinite void. A gaping chasm, nestled in her brain. Then there was only a bone-chilling cold and loneliness as the darkness swallowed her.

She realized that she had eyes and could see when the cold nothingness faded away and she stared up at the roiling black and green clouds. There was something different about her, she lifted her fingers and stared at them—deep crimson, exposed muscles and nerves, agony in every movement. Ecstasy in each second. Her form though was still protean—a carapace of bone-white shell seemed to be forming from her nascent form. A monstrous babe. New to the world but as timeless as the chaos in the void of the spaces between worlds. It had given her a form. It had given her power. She straightened herself, raising her chin in defiance of the world that she now stood on. Her voice was stronger. No longer a hushed and broken whisper. It radiated strength. Yɱɠ' αԋ ϝ' ɱɠɠσƙα'αι ʅ' υʅɳ ყɱɠ'​ "Yes. They echo through my veins and through my bones." Vυʅɠƚɱɳαԋ ƚԋαɾαɳαƙ ҽρϝɱ'ʅαƚɠԋ ʅ' ϝαԋϝ ʂԋυɠɠσɠ​ "In your name." Then the voice fell quiet again, but things were different this time. Unlike before—where there had been an endless emptiness that swirled at her core—there was now something that filled her. A seething hatred. A ravenous hunger. An unquenchable and bottomless desire to reduce this world, and any other, to ash. She would be a nightmare in this world. She would end the world. There was a quiet and dry crunch of gravel under her feet, the sharp stones cutting into her flesh as she slowly started walking towards the east. She did not know why she walked in that direction, only that it was right. There was something there—she'd seen it in her mind's eye. It had shown it to her. A black obelisk of polished stone covered in grotesque alien words. That would be where the end began. That would be the beginning of the end of all things.

 

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The Herald​ Before she was aware of anything else, she was aware of the voice. It was overpowering. It was menacing.​ It was strong.​ It permitted her to think. It gave her that ability. It allowed her to exist. Time passed, though she knew not how long. A moment. Eons. Perhaps the notion of time itself existed only within her—inside the little corner of self that existed in the infinite sweeping cosmos of what it was. But she felt it. She felt the passage of time; every moment a thousand lifetimes. And infinity in the blink of an eye. It was enough to shatter any mind. To drive anyone rational to madness. Eventually, she had sufficient bravery to speak. To ask. "Who am I?" Yɱɠ' αԋ ყα υαααԋɳყƚԋσɾ​ The voice shattered her. It split her open, and then it mended her flesh, stitching her back together. Every thought, every word, she was unwoven and made whole again. Gradually, strength returned and then another question came. "Why do I exist?" F' υαααԋ ɳιʅɠԋ'ɾι υԋ'ҽɳαԋԋ ρԋ'ɳɠʅυι ɳ'ɠԋα​

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𝔇𝔢𝔩𝔲𝔰𝔦𝔬𝔫𝔰 𝔬𝔣 𝔊𝔯𝔞𝔫𝔡𝔢𝔲𝔯​ "Do you know what they say about Khare, Us'nan?" Us'nan Yurah was positively festooned in feathers, high quality silks, small silver chains, and she wore a muted blue face-powder on her face. Thenis, as good of a broker as he was, had not been able to find out where the woman was from. He suspected that she was from Tethis, but that was more of an assessment based on her obvious wealth and her accent when she spoke. However, the dropped the accent on several words—payment, was one of them. "That you can get whatever you want, so long as you have the correct payment method." There it is again, Thenis thought as he listened to the woman speak. She did have, for all the pomp and circumstance of her mannerisms, a rich and beautiful accent. If only it were real—Thenis would have been more convinced that she'd be able to afford what he was offering. Still, he thought to himself, she's never had trouble paying before. Us'nan leaned back in the plush chair in her sitting room, the soft crackles and pops from the nearby fire filled the dead spaces between their words. The light from the flames danced along Thenis' bronze mask. Us'nan had never had difficulties in finding people to do her dirty work, but Thenis was different. He was effective, reliable, and remarkably hard to kill. In her experience, thieves, information brokers, and most other gutter-filth, had extremely short lifespans. They lived dangerous lives, after all. Yet... The Crowhoods were quite skilled. How Thenis had gone from petty thief and murderer to the head of such a powerful organization had always impressed Us'nan. But they were expensive, and they always wound up costing more in the end than initially quoted. Us'nan hated that particular element of their business relationship, but it was what it was. If the Crowhoods were trafficking in something, it was always worthwhile.

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