LONELYRAIN
not so lonely
Sybil Hesta Udral
The continent of Avrune was one that was now lawless and destroyed; beaten, broken, and battered into a ghost of what had once been a lively, beautiful continent teeming with strange, wondrous wildlife and kingdoms boasting of their wealth and power. It was once a land whose population had thrived wonderfully, but now it was rotting from the inside out. The kingdoms were now slabs of rock, ground into fine powder, the wonderful wildlife that once flourished was now nothing more than monsters that devoured and feasted upon the very few humans who were left. And now, the mana-rich realm was ruled by beings that were previously said to be mere fearful scary stories told to little ones; these beings referred to as the Old Gods. However, their coming into the world was not of their own accord, nor was it one foretold in prophecy of old of their revival. No, it was far different from that.Such all originated in the black heart of a little girl whom grown into a cruel sow.
This woman was named Sybil Hesta Udral; pampered from birth and living within the ranks of nobility, Sybil had everything she ever could want from childhood; clothes upon her back, a roof over her head, warm food to stuff her belly an parents who tried their best to give her the best education that coin could buy. But, something tainted and twisted resided in her heart. She never played like other children, never was curious or happy, instead her countenance was always blank and unmoved by anything that would occur. It unnerved her family, most finding her creepy, unsettling and eventually they distanced themselves from young Sybil as her broken soul festered and rotted, however it eventually lead her path to one of magic. Magic was once coveted in Avrune; unlike the continent of Erista across the seas where magic was rare and unspoken of, Avrune was bursting with the world's finest magic users and summoners. This art had for once captured Sybil's attention; a devil child granted power was something that would send the continent to their inevitable doom. However her parents being unaware mostly of their daughter's demented nature found joy in that she had found something for once interesting and had eagerly enlisted her into the finest academy of mages within the city. She had flourished, mastering the arts quickly of the more natural magics; using nature to her control, mending, summoning beasts from the Void... But Sybil hungered for more power.
So, upon the night of her nineteenth summer, Sybil had dared to start her life of crime, stealing the forbidden books of dark arts from the kingdom of Moonhaven, she had fled from the academy there and into the dark of night where her location went unheard of for many years following. The many kingdoms rallied their forces in attempts to apprehend her as well as recover the books, fear of them being passed about by Sybil had grown and yet it wasn't until the untimely slaughter of the Udral family had occurred did Sybil show her beautiful face to the world, bathed in the blood of her family with a crazed smile twisting upon her painted lips. Proclaiming herself as the new Lady Udral; it was that day that the continent was cast into a hellish nightmare that decimated the land. With Sybil chanting in the tongue of dark and twisted rites, she brought to life the Old Gods, demons whom immediately sought to devour and destroy and with them Sybil had ran wild across the region, casting down fire, kicking up raging winds and breaking the earth. She enjoyed the destruction, and she enjoyed hearing the cries of people in torment.
However, Sybil was soon apprehended after years of her aiding the Old Gods in their perverse destruction of Avrune, the young woman now twenty-seven was cast into one of the very few towers remaining and owned by the former kingdom, the shining jewel of Moonhaven, reduced now to being the home base of a band of rebels attempting to fight for liberation from the evils within the world. It was here, locked in chains and gazing from the barred window, Sybil spent her days waiting for her inevitable execution, a smile upon her lips as she looked upon the destruction of the world before her. She truly held no love or remorse for anything before her, she merely felt giddy seeing the distant fires still burning years after she had first brought the Old Gods to the continent. However, her heart had not fully settle nor did it ease with wanting more destruction.
An answer to her wish would come soon, as Sybil would spend her days drawing lines within the icy stone of her prison, humming a jolly tune as she could hear the rebels shouting outside, their hurried steps echoing upward into her cell. The deranged woman was trembling despite her hums, her naked body exposed to the winter chill that crept into her prison, having been denied clothing for the turn of the season perhaps to hurry on her demise, she truly was nothing more than a wild animal to the rebels. Her shackles clanked loudly with each movement, shivers causing the metal to ring out with more noise as her eyes shifted upward to the sound of heavy footfall. These footsteps seemed unfamiliar to her ears as she stood, making her way to the cell's barred door and pressed her bare body against the chilly metal, looking outward in attempts to spot who was approaching, however from her position she could not hope to even see who would come to visit her of all people.
There was a distinct grumbling she could hear, reluctance echoing from the indistinct words of a masculine voice. Cracking lips turned down in a frown as she struggled to hear more, though it seemed as if a question was being uttered: "-ou sure, Your Highness?" Her frown deepened as he wracked her brain, mind feeling sluggish due to lack of food being supplied to her and the faint whisperings she was still privy to after so many years of fleeing around the realm. Your Highness... ah-ha! A royal! Sybil's eyes glowed as a smile once more grew on the shivering witch's face, though it almost seemed as if she were baring her teeth like a savage dog than it being a genuine smile, the crazed light to the woman eyes unwavering, unchanging as she awaited the all too exciting individual to finally grace her prison.