'ᗩᖇᘿ ᖻᓍᑘ ᔢᑘᖇᘿ ᖻᓍᑘ ᘺᗩᘉᖶ ᖶᓍ ᖴᓰᘉᕲ ᓍᑘᖶ ᘺᕼᗩᖶ ᘺᕼᗩᖶ ᓰ ᑢᗩᘉ ᗷᘿ?'
There was once a perfectly normal woman. Living a perfectly normal life amongst a village of perfectly normal people. As always though, one never can judge a book by thier cover, and this woman and village was no exception.
Under the cover of night, hidden away through twisting catacombs beneath her home, the woman prayed to a darker power. Eldritch beings of cosmic proportions, leading a simple cult to appease this darker lord through sacrifice and rites.
However, war steadily spread throughout the country of this village, and soon during one of her dark rituals, a raid wiped out her village, leaving the woman furious and enraged by the destruction of the home and world she loved.
Throwing herself against her rites, it was then that the powers she'd been cultivating finally spoke to her, whispering promises of revenge and power, destruction of the ones who had done such... and any who stood before her.
And all she would have to do is let herself be the vessel.
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