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"I exist to cause chaos. I thirst for vengeance. The brightness of blood..its sticky sweetness..are all the adornment, the comfort I need."
Those were the words she had shouted flung at her father so long ago now .
"I am what you made me what you trained me to be... "
Those words too had been flung like well aimed barbs . How was she suppose to know the one she had been hired to kill was his current lover and why should she care. He had raped her mother brutilized her even after Vlasta's birth and now she knew knew she was better than he had evern been he was no longer a necessity.
For days the argument had raged on ohh there had been times of peace when one or the other had simply left the room it had simmered then waited like hot embers only to flare into life when they encountered each other again...... and one stormy night when his insults were beyond what she could tolerate she had snapped ... she had drawn her dagger and thrust it through his heart before he could even blink
"see you in Arkmardasen you black hearted bleepard"
she had spat those words in his face as she watched him die as she felt his blood run over her hands
There was something so personal initmate almost erotic about holding her father about staring into his eyes while he died. All his secrets were laid bare before her many she already knew but some she didn't . They were barbs worms that would twist themselves into her mind leave their stains, their scars *obey me* those words had haunted her from that night forward and now as she heard them again she awoke....

Pupiless orbs of white stared up at the ceiling lips pressed themselves into a thin angry line , she was lying in the gaol even awaking as she did she knew that locked within a tiny cell . slowly as she came awake more her mind began to turn to plotting an escape

Arkmardasen is just thier hell a place were they beleive their evil ones go

It had tkane days of planning nights as well as she searched the caverns of her mind for the knowledge she needed . there was a way out a chance all be it a slim one if she could convince them she was dead they would take her out to dispose of the body.

There was risk though if left too long in that state if she was unable to birng herself out of it she would indeed die . Still death was better than obediance better than remaining caged for only death offered true freedom. She waited set the stage for several days refusing to eat acting as if she was ill and then finally one night after all was quiet she lay down closed her eyes a nd let her mind and body sink into a state that mimicked death, as time past what little colour she had fled was replaced by a blue tinge .

Death becomes her... That was more than likely to be the attitude of whoever found her...

She was unmoving.. there was no steady rise and fall of her chest to show she was breathing and she was extremely pale. lacking in any signs of life entirely . had the gods for once reached out and taken an active hand. switch off her spark of life, saving the gaurds from having to do anythign about this troublemaker. Maybe they had miracles after all do happen.