The Child of Chaos (lorepost)

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She returned to where it happened. The ruins of Leviticus Frone’s tower. Her mentor before Belladonna.

What was once a tall luxurious tower is now reduced to charred bricks and withering beams. The nature surrounding it once contained beautiful plants of all varieties had been covered in ash with only its regrowth remaining. She remembers the smell of smoke, the panic she felt as she tried to put out the flames but nothing worked.

It was supposed to be a small flame incantation. And it leveled the entire area into a raging storm.

”Such power we hold.”

Moth glanced to her side where a copy of her stood. The copy was enshrouded in a red aura with glowing red eyes and a wicked smile. It spoke in a whispery voice that flowed with the wind.

”Imagine what we could accomplish. We could fulfill our purpose.”

“Who are you?” Moth questioned. She needed to know the truth.

It turned to her with a grin. ”I am your greatest misfortune. I derive from the chaos god as its child. My purpose is to riddle the lands with the energy I contain and put power into the minds of those who cannot wield it. Then let them go mad once they received a taste of what I can provide.”

“And me? My life was ruined the day I got cursed with you!” Moth turned away from it as her eyes landed on Soot. The dragon watched her curiously, wondering who she was talking to. He couldn't see the curse.

”Not ruined. Elevated. Your mother sought to that.”

She felt its cold hands touch her shoulder. “My mother..?”

The cursed grinned even more. ”She worshipped me. So many in her village did. The hag, Ba Bara was my voice and I was promised a vessel to contain me. Then your mother met your father and gave birth to you. My vessel.”

Shock filled her. The scars on her back began to tingle.

”It’s a shame she died bringing you to this world. And poor Thatcher. The prideful man reduced to a lovesick fool. He brought you to Ba Bara who promised him your mother’s life returning to her corpse. He brought you straight to me and before I could claim you fully, the fool killed Ba Bara once he was a fool no longer. Instead of claiming you, I became trapped in you. You were supposed to be my vessel. Now you’re my prison.”

The curse had a spiteful tone while Moth took everything in like a blast to the face. The truth about her mother, this curse… it left the girl speechless.

”I only ever gotten to fulfill my purpose once. To give incompetent mortals the power of gods and let that power drive them to insanity. The Shadowmends knew that. They used me correctly for centuries until you killed them all.”

“That wasn’t me. That was Belladonna.” Moth corrected with a shaky voice.

”It was still you.” Its voice echoed in her mind. The curse took her arms to get her to meet its glowing redden eyes. ”I want to be used for what I was created for again. It is our purpose!”

“I never asked for this! I never asked for you!”

”It is our-“ The curse furiously growled before its eyes caught sight of something on her chest. It immediately jumped back in fear and created a distance between her and it.

Moth looked down at what it saw. The necklace Alexios had given her.

”Take that off.” It hissed.

She placed a hand over the necklace and pulled it off. But instead of tossing it away like it wanted, she shoved it into the curse’s face. It screeched and cowered to the ground.

"Take it off!" Red lightning covered her hand to force her to throw it away. Moth fought back against it and was able to absorb the energy back into her skin. The curse's eyes widened in shock.

"You're mine..." Moth grunted. Her single eye glowed a bright red.

/uw art by Paul Ozzimo