Jealousy...perhaps. The entirety of his motives are still unknown to me, but what I am sure of is what he committed next. He tore the bones from my wings, leaving them but horrid, tattered rags from my back. And then he ordered my brethren to cast me into the Lake of the Dead, an execution for vampires for water burns us like acid.
For time unknown, I was left to suffer in the Lake, burning pain as skin, flesh, and organs were seared away. I awoke to find myself in the lair of the Elder God, but that is a tale for much later.
When I arrived on the surface once more, there was nothing but decay and barren wastes. The skies were clouded and polluted, humans had become hunters of witches and vampires, no better than the mange-ridden animals that roamed in twisted packs. The Pillars were a long-abandoned memory, simply a monument of dust for spirits to haunt. As for my brothers, they twisted their territories to match their centuries of evolution.
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For time unknown, I was left to suffer in the Lake, burning pain as skin, flesh, and organs were seared away. I awoke to find myself in the lair of the Elder God, but that is a tale for much later.
When I arrived on the surface once more, there was nothing but decay and barren wastes. The skies were clouded and polluted, humans had become hunters of witches and vampires, no better than the mange-ridden animals that roamed in twisted packs. The Pillars were a long-abandoned memory, simply a monument of dust for spirits to haunt. As for my brothers, they twisted their territories to match their centuries of evolution.