Saeva, deam veteres. "The Goddess Of Old"

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Year 1;

march 14th 5224 

my father beat me again last night. Angered at me for speaking in "serpents tounge."  It has been 3 months since my awakening, three longs months since i heard the old gods speak in my head. They whispered things unimaginable. showed me pictures of tourture. They told me my name and who i was. They told me of my mother and what she did. I do not beleive i have lost my sainity. For what child could have such knowledge in a place with no way to even know what the old religion is. In a place where the existance of the old gods was wiped from the books and memories of the supposed old and wise.  

Papa called me a liar. He said these things are wrong. He called me the "corrupted one", or the "serpents mistress". he spits on my hair and slaps me accross the face. I have not eaten in three days. meal should be coming soon, but I am scared they will come when I am taken by visions. For I see the outside. I see the blood being spread and the mayrters begging to be noticed.  This war the gods are showing, this horrifying war, it ages me. The visions mature my mind. I do not feel my age. I am young, still a child, yet I look upon this earth as if i have lived amongst it for the life times it has existed. 

who am i? i will ask and they answer me in the language of old. 

"Vos autem estis bella ender, et saevientis. Et comminuam eos, ut unum. Ad unum finem semper. Veteres godess humanus es forma whitch hominum. Reginae et recipiat. Tu te ipse pater."

the whispering in my head intensifies as i try to decipher these words into the language of the new. 

"You are they war ender, the raging storm. The one to crush them all. The one to end it forever. You are a godess of old in human form, a witch of the human race. A princess of the old religion. you are the father of your own soul. "

It hurts to translate, like im eating dirt every time i speak in the new language, I hate it. I hate this language I am forced to call my own. It sickens me

I hate it

I hate Cor,.

i am not her,

I am Saeva.

The woman to end all wars. i will bring the gods wrath upon the betrayers of the old religion. i will destroy all the liars and the blasphemers!

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 Saeva's father sat outside her door weeping. 

You could hear the scratching on the wall, you could hear her repeating what was being etched onto the surface. You could hear the squeeking of the bed, the scratching of the matress as she wrote her insainity out.

What was this thing that took hold of his daughter. 

Was it a disease? 

Was it truly the gods of old?

Papa sat in the hallway that Saeva's room was placed. she was seperated from the rest of the house, but she was not far away enough to where you couldnt hear the screams at night, the crying. the howling. 

Papa stood up and wiped his tears. 

"she needs help" he looks defeated as he admits this to himself.

The noises from Saeva's room ceased and slightly frightened her leans on her door, ear to it listening. Complete silence.

Saeva was on the other side, her long blond hair in her face, sticking to her unclean. She leans over as well and puts her ear to the door, in this position for one gruesome minute until Saeva raises her fist and begins pounding on the door like a wild animal trying to escape from its cage.  papa became stroked with fear, her blood cruddling screams filling the house.

" BLASPHEMERS.BLASPHEMERS.BLASPHEMERS.BLASPHEMERS.BLASPHEMERS.BLASPHEMERS.BLASPHEMERS.BLASPHEMERS.BLASPHEMERS.BLASPHEMERS.BLASPHEMERS.BLASPHEMERS.BLASPHEMERS.BLASPHEMERS.BLASPHEMERS.BLASPHEMERS.BLASPHEMERS.BLASPHEMERS.BLASPHEMERS.BLASPHEMERS.BLASPHEMERS.BLASPHEMERS.BLASPHEMERS.BLASPHEMERS.BLASPHEMERS.BLASPHEMERS.BLASPHEMERS.BLASPHEMERS.BLASPHEMERS.BLASPHEMERS.BLASPHEMERS.BLASPHEMERS.BLASPHEMERS.BLASPHEMERS.BLASPHEMERS.BLASPHEMERS.BLASPHEMERS.BLASPHEMERS.BLASPHEMERS.BLASPHEMERS.BLASPHEMERS.BLASPHEMERS.BLASPHEMERS.BLASPHEMERS.BLASPHEMERS.BLASPHEMERS.BLASPHEMERS.BLASPHEMERS.BLASPHEMERS.BLASPHEMERS.BLASPHEMERS.BLASPHEMERS.BLASPHEMERS.BLASPHEMERS.BLASPHEMERS.BLASPHEMERS.BLASPHEMERS.BLASPHEMERS.BLASPHEMERS.BLASPHEMERS.BLASPHEMERS.BLASPHEMERS.BLASPHEMERS."

papa falls to the floor frightned, scooting to the otherside of the hallway full of horror, fearing she would burst through the door ready to seek revenge for the many nights of beatings. 

then a silence,

a short lived one.

"GGGGGRRRRRRUUUAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHHHHHHHHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAhahahahahahahahaha...ahahaha...ahahaha.......hahaha..haha.......ha" Saeva begins crying.

The sobbs soft at first, but they crecendoed into wailing that seemed able to be heard from miles away. 

"STOP, IM SSOOORRRY, IM SOOO SOORRY, GGOODD, FORGIVE ME, FORGIVE ME. WWHHAAH. KILL ME, KILL ME, KILL ME, CORR, WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU?! MOTHER??!! WHERE DID YOU TAKE HER, MURDE- MURDEH- MMUURRDDERERRRS, BLASPHEMERS.BLASPHEMERS.BLASPHEMERS.BLASPHEMERS.BLASPHEMERS.BLASPHEMERS.BLASPHEMERS.BLASPHEMERS.BLASPHEMERS.BLASPHEMERS.BLASPHEMERS.BLASPHEMERS.BLASPHEMERS.BLASPHEMERS.BLASPHEMERS.BLASPHEMERS.BLASPHEMERS.BLASPHEMERS.BLASPHEMERS.BLASPHEMERS.BLASPHEMERS.BLASPHEMERS.BLASPHEMERS.BLASPHEMERS.BLASPHEMERS.BLASPHEMERS.BLASPHEMERS.BLASPHEMERS.BLASPHEMERS.BLASPHEMERS.BLASPHEMERS.BLASPHEMERS.BLASPHEMERS.BLASPHEMERS.BLASPHEMERS.BLASPHEMERS.BLASPHEMERS.BLASPHEMERS.BLASPHEMERS.BLASPHEMERS.BLASPHEMERS.BLASPHEMERS.BLASPHEMERS.BLASPHEMERS.BLASPHEMERS.BLASPHEMERS.BLASPHEMERS.BLASPHEMERS.BLASPHEMERS.BLASPHEMERS.BLASPHEMERS.BLASPHEMERS.BLASPHEMERS.BLASPHEMERS.BLASPHEMERS.BLASPHEMERS.BLASPHEMERS.BLASPHEMERS.BLASPHEMERS.BLASPHEMERS.BLASPHEMERS.BLASPHEMERS.BLASPHEMERS."

This continued for several hours. 

This continued throughout the night.

Throughout the days.

Throughout the years.

Sometimes she would scream so much she would break her voice. sometimes she would sobb for so long her throat so raw she would spit blood. No doctor could cure her, and for seven looong years, this child, living broken and tormented in her hell.

was she insain?