| It was amusing in the extreme, watching the pathetic humans battle against the daemons which have invaded the place called Magincia. Perhaps for the first time since my mother sent me to join Vierna, I actually feel good about being up on this stinking surface. The town is beginning to crumble it will not take much more before it is a ruin. The humans have no idea how to shut the corrupted magical gate from which the horde pours. On and on they come, the unthinking vanguard that is devastating the island. These are not the most powerful daemons I have seen; these are just the minions of arch daemons. If they come then humankind is doomed!
Is this Lloth’s work? I tell the humans that and Vierna agrees we should. But the Divine Mother has not made it known to me, her Priestess. This troubles me. Am I still not high enough in her favour that she will not confide in me? Another thing; a daemon presented Xun’riia with a powerful artefact. Why was this not given to me? After all I outrank Xun’riia, I made her what she is! Xun’riia tells me it’s a sign, a gift to both of us since we are one, but I have my doubts. This must be Lloth’s work for is she not ruler of the Daemonspawn Pits? Why has she not confided in me? Lloth, Queen of the Abyss, my mother, send me a sign!
But there is work to be done. Vierna has got wind of the existence of a set of tomes that will interest the humans greatly. These tomes are also charged with arcane power so Vierna has instructed the priestesses to find and get them by any means. She wants these books for herself. Oh yes Vierna, I will find these tomes, these Books of Sin, but my dear bitch of a sister, you will never possess them!
I must make my plans and Xun’riia will be by my side. You will not defeat us Vierna! I must rest, must make my plans, to defeat Vierna and gain high favour with Lloth. The reverie is creeping up on me again…the mist is swirling around…I am coming my Queen…your servant Faeryl ……comes…
…I look around cautiously, careful not to attract attention. The numbers have dwindled; countless corpses of my sisters lie strewn all around me. Many half devoured, many more left uneaten as the hunger is satisfied. There are now few of us left and those that are grow in power and size. Like me, each waits and watches, deciding who must die so that the victor can reign supreme. I survey and think on what has gone on before me.
Those driven by uncontrollable hunger are dead.
Those driven by self-defence are dead.
Those driven by foolish pride are dead.
Those driven by instinctive survival are dead.
Those driven by cunning remain…and I will survive them all. For I am the strongest and the most cunning… |