Larksong Grotto eat your kings

she wore her pride like she wore her pelt; with grace and with might of the darkest kind. the Seer was careful in her influence, treading lightly while enforcing it at vital points to ensure she kept the reins in which to steer them, yet, carefully detached in which she might not push boundaries she was not meant to cross. Heba felt nothing but the pure and hazardous satisfaction of imprisoning her own flesh and blood; a rot that had consumed her since the tumultuous stages of their childhood. something she was unwilling to let go of her bittersweet resentment of her cousin, was the very thing that drove her to her actions in the first place. the Seer knew Hosannah could very well feel the gaze of a thousand curses on her back given by Heba herself, only when a heathen child and it's mother meet their call did she avert her attention from the wrenched cousin of hers.

“Cardinal?,” she spoke the word as if it was an insult, and it truly was. a Cardinal under whose approval— besides Hosannah, who was now a prisoner by their own? whatever man this Hiram was, he knew not the meaning of the word for she highly speculated this heathen land would ever find the sun god’s light, had not Hosannah come and poisoned the meaning of it all. there was no true Cardinal in the land of such savage and wayward souls, who had been taught of the one true light by a savage herself. already, the vengeful woman held no regard for the respect of those who lived within the savage land, and she was not shy about making it known.

with full conscious did she step over the borderline, disregarding its existence behind her feet. fully aware that she was by definition trespassing, she seen no need to be gentle. these beings were contaminated, victims of Hosannah's misguided attempt at capturing fame. these were souls touched by the impure, the darkness, the impure. the rage instilled in her heart for not only her wayward cousin but her atrocities in the name of Raas was unfathomable. there were no boundaries in the forsaken land, and she would acknowledge no force other than Raas with the ability to put it there. where the Inquisition walked, the ground below their feet was tread upon in Raas’ will. perhaps it was her own buried selfish desires that pulled her to act high almighty, but what did she care? the woman was a crave for attention in the worst way possible and regret was one heathen word unknown to her vocabulary.