grimmutterings

It has been so long she doesn’t remember her name.  She has a name but it wasn’t always hers.  She doesn’t have much else, sometimes the shadows of memories of a life that may have been, flicker and fade in her mind but they are never allowed to form.  The darkness pushes them away, it never rests long enough for anything to stay in her mind other than itself.

Hers is a forlorn and wretched existence, a mind full of darkness, empty of but a few memories, of existence, of being.  It is her price to pay for the bargain she made.  Like many who pray for help at difficult times, make irrational promises if only someone would listen, would help, she did too.  She can’t remember what it was she wanted or needed so badly to promise her soul to a being she didn’t believe in, but she had been heard, and it believed in her.

Her face and body and soul no longer hers, her skin pierced with her badges of rank and dishonor, patterns swirl across her flesh, dark designs from the darkness within her.  She is  a warrior, with many souls to her name, she fights alongside her master.  She is eternal, she is deadly.

 Only her eyes show any sign of the person she once was.  Her beautiful eyes, haunted and filled with sorrow and regret.

The Lady will, for her eternity, look towards a light she can never reach.  That was her bargain, an  offer made in a time of need, a throw away plea, forgotten almost as soon as uttered and never fully comprehended.  It is her hell.