[Magic the Gathering - Duskmourn: House of Horrors redux]
>Previously: https://archive.4plebs.org/tg/thread/96494439/#96512721
“There has been enough suffering”. Enough? How does any sane being define “enough” in an ever-shifting multiverse where ideals shatter like glass and there is no absolute morality save what the most powerful can enforce? Enough, she decided long ago, was an excuse concocted by the strong to do what they wanted anyway.
That’s alright though. By process of elimination, it left strength as the only moral absolute.
She was born from an arrow of ever-shifting cursed wood puncturing the heart of an Elder Dragon. What slithered out saw a plane every bit as vicious as Grixis but far more enduring, where demonkind and their vampire knights fought against those born with even greater power. So she stuck to the shadows but inched towards the pinnacle of power.
Thus, she learned the plane was doomed by it’s own calamitous corrosion.
She manipulated bickering higher powers. She salvaged abandoned workings. Made generous offers to the disenfranchised. And when her underlings betrayed her, there was no price she didn’t pay to regain the advantage.
And so, she won.
She engulfed the Worldsoul of her plane, reigning as it’s goddess-queen…
…for all of two weeks before the whole thing was rent asunder.
And…was that enough? It had to be, right? So why was she fighting to live? Why was she calling out for salvation?
“Because” I said, on the borders of our souls, “this state of affairs is utterly unacceptable, demon”
Shrylariatha, she thought. She is so much more than that. The God-Queen of Firaxis. The Serpent-Hive. The Encaged Gaoler who wielded her prison b-
-but, ah.
The very incarnation of the principle and power which is the closet to holiness she will ever know has spoken.
It is…strange to her, that I have chosen White over Black mana. But it’s not for the weak to question the strong.
So, “demon” it is.
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