The Atheists Reality
15-04-2006, 09:00
Following Lorain's exit from TAR itself at the end of the conflict that left that nation at the mercy of it's enemies,including the Kingom, she had returned to her wandering ways before finally ending up in the company of the High King of Weyr herself. One Kira li'Starhavven. Though neither of the pair ever really knew how this had come to be, Lorain, stumbling through her own emotional problems after going through the experience of watching her home of a thousand years being turned to dust, found the perfect companion in Kira. The two spent many months together. While Kira was herself depressed, albeit due to different reasons, the two supported each other emotionally, through their own daily stresses. While Lorain would normally never interfere in Kira's day to day or political life, this night was different. They had of course gotten quite severely drunk together in seedy bars before, but due in part to Kira's tendancy to drink the absolutely strongest stuff out there, and the convincing thereof of Lorain to consume it eventually led them back to her apartment, heavily intoxicated, and falling into each others arms.
The night they spent together made Lorain realize a few key things about herself, and her personality, and more importantly, about the likelyhood of her significant other dying on her for a second time. With her inhibitions removed via the consumption of dangerous levels of alchohol, she ventured out of the apartment several hours before dawn to exact revenge on what she percieved to be Kira's enemies. In her still drunken rampage, she did not distinguish between man, or woman, and collateral damage simply did not exist in her mind. She was falling into the pattern she had so willingly embraced millenia ago, that of the somewhat genocidal murderess, willing to level buildings, kill everything that lived in a general area so as to eliminate what she percieved to be threats to her companion, and her 'right to rule unimpeded'.Her murderous actions that night would stick in the minds of the people for decades to come, not quite genocidal, but for those that somehow survived, and the few that witnessed it first hand, the sight of blood stained alleys, over a hundred disemboweled corpses strewn in out of the way places and the charred, magically defiled corpses outside of apartment blocks, was far more real, engendering the same responses in the inhabitants of Wye city that it did in the peasant townfolk of Lorain's homeland.
For every incident the authorities arrived at, they would find naught but the dismembered, charred and otherwise broken remains of the people on the business end of Lorain's magic. For being able to control darkness itself, she was able to slip between dimensions and escape without a trace bar the remains of magic use obvious to those trained in such things in Weyr, and by the time the by then blood soaked Lorain recovered enough from her drunken state to slip back to Kira's apartment she was virtually trailing a 'look at me!' path of the remnants of magic, stained with the blood of the innocent, and otherwise. Paling in comparison to the black mark on her spirit that was the death of millions by her hand in ages gone by, diseased by this nights act of wanton slaughter. She had in millenia past cut herself off from the most base parts of being human to avoid going insane at the sheer suffering she had caused on a regular basis, for what was then in fact the 'greater good', but that never made her feel any better at committing those acts. The years pass, and she winds up with Kira who, through their relationship, opens her back up to those emotions, as well as the depression, and loss of conscious self control that comes with it.
Add a dangerous to a normal human amount of alchohol, and Lorain is possessed of the idea that to avoid anything happening to her significant other..ever again she has to remove anyone who has ever hurt, inconvenienced, or abused her in any way, and as mentioned earlier, anyone who could possibly stand in the way of Kira ruling with what Lorain viewed as right, just and total power as per the old monarchs in her homeland those many years ago. And so, as dawn broke and she was recovering in the shower the implications of her acts once again struck her, reducing her to a quivering mess, unstable and haunted, quite literally, by the souls of the countless people she had slaughtered. As those in the city capable of tracing her through the sheer anger, fear and resentment generated through her acts both past and present realized what she had done, it was already too late for Lorain to even comtemplate escaping, or doing anything more than collapsing out of sorrow in the shower.
Kira would no doubt wake up to the news reports of these atrocities, and from the few witnesses of these acts it would be clear, at least to her who had done this. Lorain currently being the emotional and mental wreck she was, was thinking of nothing but the faint hope Kira could forgive her, something the families and friends of her victims millenia ago and in the modern day would never do, not even remotely entertaining the thought that she would avoid punishment on this, as she had done in the past.
The source of her powers, the very dark purple stone that had sustained an otherwise baseline human through the millenia lay on the floor next to her, practically acting as a homing beacon for anyone who would be searching for her. She, at least for the moment, wanted nothing more to do with it beyond fervently wishing she had never been chosen to recieve it in the first place.
She begins to doubt whether Kira cares about her in the slightest, why she survived those many years ago when the rest of her companions died horribly, and why she, a relatively normal human, had to come to terms with the fact that the blood of literally millions of innocent people was on her hands. She never asked for this fate, felt that she wasn't equipped to be an immortal at all, and now she slaughtered innocent people when she got a little tipsy?
She doubted that she was even supposed to live, to exist, no less deserve the love of one such as Kira.
She retrieves a relic of her travels with one hand, an antique, though still functional small caliber revolver, and calmly loads one round.
In her increasingly despondent, and emotionally unstable state, she fixates on it as a means of salvation, of ending a life of being bound to fate, of what she percieves as her lack of worth to herself, and to those she loves the most. She strokes the barrel like it was an old friend come to comfort her in these tough times, and grips the trigger...
The night they spent together made Lorain realize a few key things about herself, and her personality, and more importantly, about the likelyhood of her significant other dying on her for a second time. With her inhibitions removed via the consumption of dangerous levels of alchohol, she ventured out of the apartment several hours before dawn to exact revenge on what she percieved to be Kira's enemies. In her still drunken rampage, she did not distinguish between man, or woman, and collateral damage simply did not exist in her mind. She was falling into the pattern she had so willingly embraced millenia ago, that of the somewhat genocidal murderess, willing to level buildings, kill everything that lived in a general area so as to eliminate what she percieved to be threats to her companion, and her 'right to rule unimpeded'.Her murderous actions that night would stick in the minds of the people for decades to come, not quite genocidal, but for those that somehow survived, and the few that witnessed it first hand, the sight of blood stained alleys, over a hundred disemboweled corpses strewn in out of the way places and the charred, magically defiled corpses outside of apartment blocks, was far more real, engendering the same responses in the inhabitants of Wye city that it did in the peasant townfolk of Lorain's homeland.
For every incident the authorities arrived at, they would find naught but the dismembered, charred and otherwise broken remains of the people on the business end of Lorain's magic. For being able to control darkness itself, she was able to slip between dimensions and escape without a trace bar the remains of magic use obvious to those trained in such things in Weyr, and by the time the by then blood soaked Lorain recovered enough from her drunken state to slip back to Kira's apartment she was virtually trailing a 'look at me!' path of the remnants of magic, stained with the blood of the innocent, and otherwise. Paling in comparison to the black mark on her spirit that was the death of millions by her hand in ages gone by, diseased by this nights act of wanton slaughter. She had in millenia past cut herself off from the most base parts of being human to avoid going insane at the sheer suffering she had caused on a regular basis, for what was then in fact the 'greater good', but that never made her feel any better at committing those acts. The years pass, and she winds up with Kira who, through their relationship, opens her back up to those emotions, as well as the depression, and loss of conscious self control that comes with it.
Add a dangerous to a normal human amount of alchohol, and Lorain is possessed of the idea that to avoid anything happening to her significant other..ever again she has to remove anyone who has ever hurt, inconvenienced, or abused her in any way, and as mentioned earlier, anyone who could possibly stand in the way of Kira ruling with what Lorain viewed as right, just and total power as per the old monarchs in her homeland those many years ago. And so, as dawn broke and she was recovering in the shower the implications of her acts once again struck her, reducing her to a quivering mess, unstable and haunted, quite literally, by the souls of the countless people she had slaughtered. As those in the city capable of tracing her through the sheer anger, fear and resentment generated through her acts both past and present realized what she had done, it was already too late for Lorain to even comtemplate escaping, or doing anything more than collapsing out of sorrow in the shower.
Kira would no doubt wake up to the news reports of these atrocities, and from the few witnesses of these acts it would be clear, at least to her who had done this. Lorain currently being the emotional and mental wreck she was, was thinking of nothing but the faint hope Kira could forgive her, something the families and friends of her victims millenia ago and in the modern day would never do, not even remotely entertaining the thought that she would avoid punishment on this, as she had done in the past.
The source of her powers, the very dark purple stone that had sustained an otherwise baseline human through the millenia lay on the floor next to her, practically acting as a homing beacon for anyone who would be searching for her. She, at least for the moment, wanted nothing more to do with it beyond fervently wishing she had never been chosen to recieve it in the first place.
She begins to doubt whether Kira cares about her in the slightest, why she survived those many years ago when the rest of her companions died horribly, and why she, a relatively normal human, had to come to terms with the fact that the blood of literally millions of innocent people was on her hands. She never asked for this fate, felt that she wasn't equipped to be an immortal at all, and now she slaughtered innocent people when she got a little tipsy?
She doubted that she was even supposed to live, to exist, no less deserve the love of one such as Kira.
She retrieves a relic of her travels with one hand, an antique, though still functional small caliber revolver, and calmly loads one round.
In her increasingly despondent, and emotionally unstable state, she fixates on it as a means of salvation, of ending a life of being bound to fate, of what she percieves as her lack of worth to herself, and to those she loves the most. She strokes the barrel like it was an old friend come to comfort her in these tough times, and grips the trigger...