Dina's Fate
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As the knife blade pierced her skin, and the pain began to set in. Dina began to realise one thing. One, that this was an awfly painful feeling for a simulation. And, a short while later...that this wasn’t a simulation at all. She struggled against her actions, but enough blood had pooled around her that it was far too late. Under the hot Osiron night, far from home, and with no connections left in the material realm, a young human girl lost consciousness, as the blood pooled from her chest.
This time, her death was much...stranger, than her exit from the virtual world had been. She fell, not up or down, but....sideways? Not towards a heaven or hell, but sideways? To something separated from either. Dina found herself in a very long line...with countless humanoid forms both in front of her, and appearing faster then she could count behind her. While it was harder for her to see in front of the countless souls in front of her, what she did catch glimpses of amazed her. She saw vast necropolis, each filled with countless courtyards, monuments, graves, and forums teeming with the souls of the dead awaiting judgement. The Boneyard. She was in the Boneyard. Purgatory. Pharasma domain. The place between the mortal realm and the outer spheres. Dina had read about this place before it was where the souls of the dead came to be before being, wait.....souls of the dead? The realization hit her like a charging horse. If she was here....then, no...there was no simulation. No upper level. She was in the Boneyard. She had died! And she was awaiting judgement.
Dina screams out in terror...but her scream was drowned out by the near-constant wailing of other lost souls. Dina looks around, her eyes bright with terror. A pirate captain begging his dead crew for forgiveness. A paladin, standing tall, and proud, his ghostly swords covered in blood. A necromancer, trying foolishly to incant magic, and shape the essence of the plane. Some way out of this line. Some way to delay the inevitable. Some way to stop this! Dina, however...sighed. She stared at the ground. She had read the books. She had studied the Boneyard. She knew about it’s role in the multiverse. Even now, Dina began to feel herself sink lower, and lower into the essence of the plane. First it was her feet, then her legs. Dina looked around. Strange, she seemed to very far off from the goddess. The sinkage was up to her arms now. Was it just her? Nobody else was sinking. Up to her head. Dina let out a cry. “What is happeniiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiing?” And everything went black.
The first thing she felt when she came too was that she could not breath. She coughed. Whatever was in her throat was still their. She coughed again. It cleared. She felt cold, sweaty. Her back hurt. These were feeling she did not have mere moments ago. Her chest hurt, as if someone had stabbed her through the heart, pulled it out and did it again. It was then that the memories came flooding back. Someone HAD stabbed her in the heart. Herself.
Dina tried to open her eyes, but the brightness was too great, as if someone was shining a light directly into her pupils. She closes them, and yelled. As she did, a voice spoke up. “The light is off now.” it spoke. A familiar voice. A voice that Diana could not place. A female voice.
Dina opened her eyes again. To her surprise...she could see. But not in the way she was used too. The entire room was devoid of color. Only black, with outlines of white. But she could see. She was laying on a bed, covered in blood and bandages. Around here looked to be a very modest shack, with cloth covering all windows, only letting the barest trickle of sunlight in. And in front of her, she saw but one other person. From a distance, she looked remarkably attractive. A fancy dress came down her entire body, studded with jewels. She had long, slender fingers, each with a difference styled gemstone. However underneath all the beauty lay a sinister strength. Hidden under the folds of her clothing, her arms were built like a weightlifter. Next to her lay a massive spear, longer and spikier than anything Dina had ever seen before. It seemed to be a poor implement for actually killing people...but rather intended to prolong the suffering of those once impaled.
And her face. The face of this women was unmistakable. It was older, yes, and perhaps had a different style of makeup since Dina had last scene here, yes, but the face of a murder is unmistakeable. It was the face of the beast who had jumped onto Dina in one of the dreams she had had many moons ago. A dream she shared with Quel. A dream she had sworn had really happened. A dream that was now about to become a nightmare, as the face of Trixie Lulamoon gave a smile towards the defenceless girl.
“VAMPIRE!” Dina screamed, leaping out of bed, and tumbling to the side. Her arms and legs hurt, but she felt power in her veins. Trixie seemingly laughed at Dina, and began to walk forward. “Darling.” she began. “Don’t you know what’s happened?” Terrified, Dina scrambled to the other side of the bed. Declining to answer, Dina ran between the legs of her supposed captor, attempting to open the door of the single-room abode, but was almost blinded by the light outside. Trixie continued her advance towards Dina, who held up her fists in defiance. “Don’t you get it, little girl? Why you're able to see me in this darkness? Why you cannot stand the light of the sun. Your one of us now, mage.” As the words left Trixies mouth, Dina frozen in her tracks, as Trixie cracked another smile. “I saved you in fact. So if you'd like to stop running around....I thought I might enlighten you as to what’s happened since you were out. Besides...I think you owe me a thank you.” With much reluctance...but with nowhere else to go, Dina took the hand of her captor, and calmly walked back over to the bed.
The next few hours were a tornado of information and a blend of old and new information. Trixie explained that she had followed them into the pyramid at dusk, hoping to find an evening meal. However, as she floated after the party, hidden graciously inside of cracks in the floor, she overheard the conversation, and was “deeply saddened” by what transpired between Quel and the Cleric. Trixie explained to Dina in great detail what had happened to Quel, how her face was smashed before she could even react. Dina’s face alternated between, disgust and rage. Then, Trixie explained how she followed DIna outside, and, after seeing Dia stab herself under the desert moon, remarked that it was “terribly wasteful” to simply feed on someone known to her like Dina. And so, under the cover of shadows, Trixie used the dagger puncture Dina had inflicted on herself to apply a chemical mixture of her own blood, the blood of someone named Vol, and “A little special something.” Trixie continued. “And so, while this supernatural elixir was not able to turn you into a full Queen of the Night, it was enough for me to welcome you back into the land of the living.”
Dina responded out of confused anger. “But why save me!? I wanted to die. I...I wanted to be with Quel after what that monster did to her!” Trixie smiled once more. “Because you needed to have your answers first. If I approached you, and offered you my gift...would you willingly accept it? You needed to shed your preconceptions, your ideas about the world first. You needed to learn what sort of people those clerics of Sarenrae really are.” Dinas eye narrowed into anger.
“And now, that I’ve brought you here to my table, I thought I might make you an offer. You see..you and I, we are interested in the same thing, yes? The Sun. The bright shining gas ball in the sky, the source of all of our suffering, and the idol of worship by crazed fanatics! A religion based around lies, deceit, and murder. A religion that proclaims it’s love of live, and yet threatens to destroy all undead, claiming we are worth less than a dung-farming commoner. What say you, Dina? Do you wish to grieve, and worry and feel pity on those who show you no emotion. Or do you wish to turn over a new leaf...and explore your new powers to their highest potential, and get the revenge your heart so desperately desires. Trixie held out a slender hand.
Dina stared at the hand of the Which. The hand of a vampire. A monster. Someone who she had met in a dream battle mere months ago. A hand that stood for anger, hatred, and manipulation. And yet, it was an offer of vengeance. An offer of mutual death. An offer of revenge. But also a path to destruction. Dina knew that if she shook the witch's hand, they would be bound by covenant. Their would be no rest, until she was destroyed utterly, or she took her revenge. Dinas thought back to her final moments alive. Quel’s lifeless corse. A mace covered in blood. A blameless excuse. The restraint when she wishes to escape. The unwillingness to stop her once she went too far away. The pain when they stopped chasing her. Vaguely heard comments about looting Quel corps, and “finding more replacements.” Dina looked back at Trixie’s open hand, and shook it, sealing the deal. This time, Dinah smiled, and started the conversation once more. “We’ve got work to do.”
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As the knife blade pierced her skin, and the pain began to set in. Dina began to realise one thing. One, that this was an awfly painful feeling for a simulation. And, a short while later...that this wasn’t a simulation at all. She struggled against her actions, but enough blood had pooled around her that it was far too late. Under the hot Osiron night, far from home, and with no connections left in the material realm, a young human girl lost consciousness, as the blood pooled from her chest.
This time, her death was much...stranger, than her exit from the virtual world had been. She fell, not up or down, but....sideways? Not towards a heaven or hell, but sideways? To something separated from either. Dina found herself in a very long line...with countless humanoid forms both in front of her, and appearing faster then she could count behind her. While it was harder for her to see in front of the countless souls in front of her, what she did catch glimpses of amazed her. She saw vast necropolis, each filled with countless courtyards, monuments, graves, and forums teeming with the souls of the dead awaiting judgement. The Boneyard. She was in the Boneyard. Purgatory. Pharasma domain. The place between the mortal realm and the outer spheres. Dina had read about this place before it was where the souls of the dead came to be before being, wait.....souls of the dead? The realization hit her like a charging horse. If she was here....then, no...there was no simulation. No upper level. She was in the Boneyard. She had died! And she was awaiting judgement.
Dina screams out in terror...but her scream was drowned out by the near-constant wailing of other lost souls. Dina looks around, her eyes bright with terror. A pirate captain begging his dead crew for forgiveness. A paladin, standing tall, and proud, his ghostly swords covered in blood. A necromancer, trying foolishly to incant magic, and shape the essence of the plane. Some way out of this line. Some way to delay the inevitable. Some way to stop this! Dina, however...sighed. She stared at the ground. She had read the books. She had studied the Boneyard. She knew about it’s role in the multiverse. Even now, Dina began to feel herself sink lower, and lower into the essence of the plane. First it was her feet, then her legs. Dina looked around. Strange, she seemed to very far off from the goddess. The sinkage was up to her arms now. Was it just her? Nobody else was sinking. Up to her head. Dina let out a cry. “What is happeniiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiing?” And everything went black.
The first thing she felt when she came too was that she could not breath. She coughed. Whatever was in her throat was still their. She coughed again. It cleared. She felt cold, sweaty. Her back hurt. These were feeling she did not have mere moments ago. Her chest hurt, as if someone had stabbed her through the heart, pulled it out and did it again. It was then that the memories came flooding back. Someone HAD stabbed her in the heart. Herself.
Dina tried to open her eyes, but the brightness was too great, as if someone was shining a light directly into her pupils. She closes them, and yelled. As she did, a voice spoke up. “The light is off now.” it spoke. A familiar voice. A voice that Diana could not place. A female voice.
Dina opened her eyes again. To her surprise...she could see. But not in the way she was used too. The entire room was devoid of color. Only black, with outlines of white. But she could see. She was laying on a bed, covered in blood and bandages. Around here looked to be a very modest shack, with cloth covering all windows, only letting the barest trickle of sunlight in. And in front of her, she saw but one other person. From a distance, she looked remarkably attractive. A fancy dress came down her entire body, studded with jewels. She had long, slender fingers, each with a difference styled gemstone. However underneath all the beauty lay a sinister strength. Hidden under the folds of her clothing, her arms were built like a weightlifter. Next to her lay a massive spear, longer and spikier than anything Dina had ever seen before. It seemed to be a poor implement for actually killing people...but rather intended to prolong the suffering of those once impaled.
And her face. The face of this women was unmistakable. It was older, yes, and perhaps had a different style of makeup since Dina had last scene here, yes, but the face of a murder is unmistakeable. It was the face of the beast who had jumped onto Dina in one of the dreams she had had many moons ago. A dream she shared with Quel. A dream she had sworn had really happened. A dream that was now about to become a nightmare, as the face of Trixie Lulamoon gave a smile towards the defenceless girl.
“VAMPIRE!” Dina screamed, leaping out of bed, and tumbling to the side. Her arms and legs hurt, but she felt power in her veins. Trixie seemingly laughed at Dina, and began to walk forward. “Darling.” she began. “Don’t you know what’s happened?” Terrified, Dina scrambled to the other side of the bed. Declining to answer, Dina ran between the legs of her supposed captor, attempting to open the door of the single-room abode, but was almost blinded by the light outside. Trixie continued her advance towards Dina, who held up her fists in defiance. “Don’t you get it, little girl? Why you're able to see me in this darkness? Why you cannot stand the light of the sun. Your one of us now, mage.” As the words left Trixies mouth, Dina frozen in her tracks, as Trixie cracked another smile. “I saved you in fact. So if you'd like to stop running around....I thought I might enlighten you as to what’s happened since you were out. Besides...I think you owe me a thank you.” With much reluctance...but with nowhere else to go, Dina took the hand of her captor, and calmly walked back over to the bed.
The next few hours were a tornado of information and a blend of old and new information. Trixie explained that she had followed them into the pyramid at dusk, hoping to find an evening meal. However, as she floated after the party, hidden graciously inside of cracks in the floor, she overheard the conversation, and was “deeply saddened” by what transpired between Quel and the Cleric. Trixie explained to Dina in great detail what had happened to Quel, how her face was smashed before she could even react. Dina’s face alternated between, disgust and rage. Then, Trixie explained how she followed DIna outside, and, after seeing Dia stab herself under the desert moon, remarked that it was “terribly wasteful” to simply feed on someone known to her like Dina. And so, under the cover of shadows, Trixie used the dagger puncture Dina had inflicted on herself to apply a chemical mixture of her own blood, the blood of someone named Vol, and “A little special something.” Trixie continued. “And so, while this supernatural elixir was not able to turn you into a full Queen of the Night, it was enough for me to welcome you back into the land of the living.”
Dina responded out of confused anger. “But why save me!? I wanted to die. I...I wanted to be with Quel after what that monster did to her!” Trixie smiled once more. “Because you needed to have your answers first. If I approached you, and offered you my gift...would you willingly accept it? You needed to shed your preconceptions, your ideas about the world first. You needed to learn what sort of people those clerics of Sarenrae really are.” Dinas eye narrowed into anger.
“And now, that I’ve brought you here to my table, I thought I might make you an offer. You see..you and I, we are interested in the same thing, yes? The Sun. The bright shining gas ball in the sky, the source of all of our suffering, and the idol of worship by crazed fanatics! A religion based around lies, deceit, and murder. A religion that proclaims it’s love of live, and yet threatens to destroy all undead, claiming we are worth less than a dung-farming commoner. What say you, Dina? Do you wish to grieve, and worry and feel pity on those who show you no emotion. Or do you wish to turn over a new leaf...and explore your new powers to their highest potential, and get the revenge your heart so desperately desires. Trixie held out a slender hand.
Dina stared at the hand of the Which. The hand of a vampire. A monster. Someone who she had met in a dream battle mere months ago. A hand that stood for anger, hatred, and manipulation. And yet, it was an offer of vengeance. An offer of mutual death. An offer of revenge. But also a path to destruction. Dina knew that if she shook the witch's hand, they would be bound by covenant. Their would be no rest, until she was destroyed utterly, or she took her revenge. Dinas thought back to her final moments alive. Quel’s lifeless corse. A mace covered in blood. A blameless excuse. The restraint when she wishes to escape. The unwillingness to stop her once she went too far away. The pain when they stopped chasing her. Vaguely heard comments about looting Quel corps, and “finding more replacements.” Dina looked back at Trixie’s open hand, and shook it, sealing the deal. This time, Dinah smiled, and started the conversation once more. “We’ve got work to do.”
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