”I only bring to fruition what others have put into motion for themselves,” she cooly replies. Death. Destruction. Misery. Those were the sharpened tools that she had wielded in her past at the helm of a mortal world. They prayed to her, begged her for change, and when she had brought about that change in the only way she had ever known how to they were revolted by her methods.

Had she not given them what they desired? The many years of sacrifices, rituals, and invocations caused her to rise up and strike their mortal plane with the darkness that she possessed. And in the end, to them, she was nothing but a vilified monster.

The memories dredge up an emotion she hasn’t felt in so long, a white hot heat that burns beneath her skin - an untempered rage that is centuries old.

The emotion is quelled as she blinks and refocuses on Blackthorne, realizing that she had begun to lose herself in the depths of her mind. His unbridle admiration for her is evident; she knows all the signs. This one would do anything she may ask of him, just as her devotees once had promised. At one time she had loved them all and yet their betrayal still stung even in this other lifetime. Would Blackthorne Darkbringer betray her someday as well..?

His voice cuts her thought short as he stares into her milky white eyes. ”Do you only favor me for my power?” she questions, her voice a bit more hardened this time. She remains in place, keeping eye contact, until he chooses to respond and only then does she brush by him and ascend the riverbank as she heads toward the fields.