Introduction: "Long Live The Empress."
Location: Negzarcurgis, T'Barack Opalith. Throne Room.
A mere occupation to her loneliness, the dark, dim state of the throne room of T'Barack Opalith was an impressively long hall, with an ever expanding ceiling of darkness that seemingly stretched on for an eternity. However, this unnatural darkness and reality shattering expanse above was but a mere illusion, for inside T'Barack nothing was what it seemed.
For everything was shaped through sheer force of her will alone. Here, within the tower, her power was absolute.
Silently she sat upon her throne, her long red silk dress snaking down her deathly pale form, coming to pool around her feet upon the raised Diaz, to which her throne stood upon at the very end of the hall. No one else was with her, and not a sound was made. Her eyes were closed, her face a picturesque formation of neutrality " she was either asleep, or deep in thought.
The latter was evident, as softly, gentle, hallow words whispered past ruby red lips to no one in particular, her words carrying lonesomely into the air. "....Why do I feel, more at peace with myself, when I am alone?" Her eyes crept open, the glistening magma swirled eyes glowering hotly across the hall, noticing her reflection in the crystalline onyx colored walls, and the eerie way she was reflected across the surface in various distorted doppelgangers of herself. "I lied to them all." She muttered, as tears slithered down her cheeks, "....Everything I said. Everything I did to make them hate me....Attacking them the way I did, was meant to shatter their perceptions of a me. But even then, that was all but a simple lie, as well....So why....Why do I...?"
She knew the answer. She chose not to voice it. She had turned their love into hate. Even Brian had given up on her after the supposed death of Lucy and her son, which was yet another perfectly orchestrated lie by the greatest deceiver ever known.
With Renna, it was difficult to tell where the truths and the lies began or end. In her web, some times even she was made to believe the words that sprouted from between her twisted serpent tongue.
It was simply too easy to manipulate them. All she had to do, was pretend to feel guilt to certain people - pretend to have her bouts of insanity and attack others - it was all just one big game to her; a puppeteer to specific pieces as they danced to her tune. She pulled their strings just subtly enough to guide them along the path of her choosing.
So why did it not feel like she was winning"
With a wave of her hands, she slipped up from the throne, just as the ground before the Diaz had begun to change state from its solid crystalline form into a thick moving mass. From the puddle of liquid-crystal did a sizeable chunk of crystalline transparency rise from the ground, and trapped within its confines was none other than another lie.
Lucy Ravenlock. Who was very much alive.
Bare feet padded down the four steps leading to the ground, and upon the final step, Renna stood before the floating crystal-prison, and placed her hands against the surface, ever so softly.
A sad smile formed, as she nuzzled her cheek against the uneven surface. "....My daughter. The things I have done to you....I deserve you and your Father's hatred, but, know this Lucy....No matter what, no matter how evil it may had been; no matter how far I fall into my depravity, know that I will always, forever, truly love you." She kissed the crystal tenderly, and leaned in to place her forehead against the cool, hard surface, longing to feel a connection between she and her own flesh and blood.
"But nothing can stand in the way of my destiny....Not even my emotions. Not even family. My influence will grow, and my enemies will bow down before me, or be slaughtered like the cattle they are to feed my hunger....Nothing, will stop me." Taking a step back up the Diaz, Renna lowered her hands, gesturing the crystal-prison to sink back down once again into the ground, becoming submerged into the quick-drying liquid of the floor that was once again a smooth, solid mass.
Renna reaffirmed her admission with a scowl, as she pushed the thoughts of Lucy aside. "Nothing."
After a beat of silence, Renna re-approached her throne and raised her voice as if addressing a procession of hundreds of soldiers, her voice booming as if spoken from a megaphone, "Dhyvarad! Send for them! Their Goddess requires their presence. I have work to do rebuilding my fallen empire and re-instilling my dominance over my people."
No reply was given, except for the distant rumble of something moving underground.
Location: Negzarcurgis, T'Barack Opalith. Throne Room.
A mere occupation to her loneliness, the dark, dim state of the throne room of T'Barack Opalith was an impressively long hall, with an ever expanding ceiling of darkness that seemingly stretched on for an eternity. However, this unnatural darkness and reality shattering expanse above was but a mere illusion, for inside T'Barack nothing was what it seemed.
For everything was shaped through sheer force of her will alone. Here, within the tower, her power was absolute.
Silently she sat upon her throne, her long red silk dress snaking down her deathly pale form, coming to pool around her feet upon the raised Diaz, to which her throne stood upon at the very end of the hall. No one else was with her, and not a sound was made. Her eyes were closed, her face a picturesque formation of neutrality " she was either asleep, or deep in thought.
The latter was evident, as softly, gentle, hallow words whispered past ruby red lips to no one in particular, her words carrying lonesomely into the air. "....Why do I feel, more at peace with myself, when I am alone?" Her eyes crept open, the glistening magma swirled eyes glowering hotly across the hall, noticing her reflection in the crystalline onyx colored walls, and the eerie way she was reflected across the surface in various distorted doppelgangers of herself. "I lied to them all." She muttered, as tears slithered down her cheeks, "....Everything I said. Everything I did to make them hate me....Attacking them the way I did, was meant to shatter their perceptions of a me. But even then, that was all but a simple lie, as well....So why....Why do I...?"
She knew the answer. She chose not to voice it. She had turned their love into hate. Even Brian had given up on her after the supposed death of Lucy and her son, which was yet another perfectly orchestrated lie by the greatest deceiver ever known.
With Renna, it was difficult to tell where the truths and the lies began or end. In her web, some times even she was made to believe the words that sprouted from between her twisted serpent tongue.
It was simply too easy to manipulate them. All she had to do, was pretend to feel guilt to certain people - pretend to have her bouts of insanity and attack others - it was all just one big game to her; a puppeteer to specific pieces as they danced to her tune. She pulled their strings just subtly enough to guide them along the path of her choosing.
So why did it not feel like she was winning"
With a wave of her hands, she slipped up from the throne, just as the ground before the Diaz had begun to change state from its solid crystalline form into a thick moving mass. From the puddle of liquid-crystal did a sizeable chunk of crystalline transparency rise from the ground, and trapped within its confines was none other than another lie.
Lucy Ravenlock. Who was very much alive.
Bare feet padded down the four steps leading to the ground, and upon the final step, Renna stood before the floating crystal-prison, and placed her hands against the surface, ever so softly.
A sad smile formed, as she nuzzled her cheek against the uneven surface. "....My daughter. The things I have done to you....I deserve you and your Father's hatred, but, know this Lucy....No matter what, no matter how evil it may had been; no matter how far I fall into my depravity, know that I will always, forever, truly love you." She kissed the crystal tenderly, and leaned in to place her forehead against the cool, hard surface, longing to feel a connection between she and her own flesh and blood.
"But nothing can stand in the way of my destiny....Not even my emotions. Not even family. My influence will grow, and my enemies will bow down before me, or be slaughtered like the cattle they are to feed my hunger....Nothing, will stop me." Taking a step back up the Diaz, Renna lowered her hands, gesturing the crystal-prison to sink back down once again into the ground, becoming submerged into the quick-drying liquid of the floor that was once again a smooth, solid mass.
Renna reaffirmed her admission with a scowl, as she pushed the thoughts of Lucy aside. "Nothing."
After a beat of silence, Renna re-approached her throne and raised her voice as if addressing a procession of hundreds of soldiers, her voice booming as if spoken from a megaphone, "Dhyvarad! Send for them! Their Goddess requires their presence. I have work to do rebuilding my fallen empire and re-instilling my dominance over my people."
No reply was given, except for the distant rumble of something moving underground.