Eurotheria

Charred

 
‘ It was never supposed to happen. Such a being of misery and void, Unable to interact and have joy. ’

Badum Badum

Badum Badum

‘ But just like that charred and burned,  even the brightest soul can lack lucent as a void. ’

Badum

Badum

‘ the Cost be high,  the loss be forever.  Eternal empty,  a souls endeavor. ’

‘ Life with a cost,  Torture forever. ’

“Father?”

Nasri downed another Mug filled to the brim with ale within the tavern.  The alcohol would have little to no affect on the black haired female who in a tavern of loud mouth Adventurers.  Lacked all of those traits,  she kept to herself and didn't seem to make conversation with even the slightest of souls. She wasn't the adventurous type and could be found many nights with her head layed on the table asleep. 

Dark theories spread throughout the tavern none of them accurate,  ranging from murder to treachery.  Oddly she didn't have a weapon at hand or on her,  In a world of monsters and now tyrants this struck weird.  How would she defend herself if she was attacked,  even by the very giant fallen that reside in these woods alone. 

The fallen.. Once beautiful Angels now twisted giant demonic entities with no empathy or thought except. 

Kill

The only urge that ran through their simple body.

Kill

Kill them all

That was all they could do after all,  wander the accursed woods looking for victims to crush and destroy.  They couldn't leave those same woods thankfully,  and were frequently hunted by slayers who profited off monsters. 

“ Father! Help me ”

Nasri seemed to slam her mug down on the Table which she sat,  Staring at the mug with such malice in her eyes.  A life of insanity only ahead of her after what had been done in the name of family love.  Cursed,  she was cursed she was.  “What are you all looking at” she finally spoke,  her stare of malice and anger but tints of sorrows being directed towards the other patrons.  All which instantly felt a shiver run up their backs from the stare and looked away.  Going back to their own business instead of staring. 

‘ When a soul is pulled from the heavens or depths of hell,  Scorched and scarred there will be no remorse. For the body unable to hold,  a shadow will be left.  Unable to die,  unable to live.  ’

Nasri's father was a Lunatic for what he did,  Whether it had good intentions or not it would cost Nasri a life of misery.  Unable to touch living things, or draw arms against one.  Unable to be killed without the very same forgotten magic...  The very same forgotten magic used that day to bring her back.

Badum

Badum

‘ The woodsman comes and chops a tree,  down on the daily.  Without that axe he plants a seed,  For the daily. ’

Bloody,  skull crushed in on itself.  A life taken in its innocence. A life,  that hadn't had that chance to live.  But it wouldn't be the only death that day,  as a life; Takes a life.  Some magic should never be wielded or used,  Such as the dark tomes of Necromancy and soul.  For rarely do they produce,  other then smogrin.  Beings with bodies of smoke, A shadow of their true self.  Oh they age they age, But only till adulthood.  Smogrin are left in eternity of loneliness unable to touch another. Unable to draw arms against another. Unable to protect another... Even if they do grow close to someone they have to watch as their life is taken.  Useless,  Eternal,  Residue of a once complete soul.  Which was scorched,  charred,  scarred when it was pulled from the afterlife.  An abomination in itself,  Even designed one could say to prevent the very thing that creates it. 

For they can only touch material objects,  which are valueless and dull.  An eternity of lonely,  makes the best souls lose their mind.

Nasri Black

Nasri Grimaced and pushed herself from the isolated table,  moving towards the door to the tavern as she felt eyes befall her again. 

‘ Some say She sold her soul to the devil,  in exchange for immortality ’

Oh how the Daft adventurers could never be farther from the truth.  But Mr. Black on the other hand,  Shall gladly fall to the pits of hell.  The flames eternal burning. For what he had done is an abomination of magic, and one of the greatest sins in religion.  He had taken a life to pull someone from their afterlife, and trap them here on this plane.  Insane from the loss of an only child.  The last thing he had left of his wife,  even if he knew his own child would despise him for it for centuries. 

‘ I was happy. I was serenity,  and now. I'm lost. ’