My Character Profile: arrow Halocreamdevil
Once, a fair priestess lived in a temple of sun far away in the land of Cydonia. She was beautiful—dark, with amethyst eyes and shining hair, but merciless and vindictive to all that knew her. Dozens of suitors who had tried to win her heart knew her cruelty throughout the land, and all of her sisters in the temple stayed far away from her. She was so terrible that flowers withered under her gaze and the sun shrank back from her presence; even her white sari inspired clear water to turn black. However, her beauty drew men from all corners of the Earth, including Dahlk Vonn Zvipier—the infamous necromancer, who called forth his minions in order to wreak havoc on his home town during the war of Stain; leaving them alive to take their jealous revenge on the living—especially to kill the young. As a scientist, he was a well-respected master of cybernetic organ creation, but as a man, his colleagues and many others despise him. These scientists were not alone in their hate, for as he tried to woo her, the priestess despised him also. However, Vonn Zvipier would not deny himself her. She would be his or no one else’s. Furious, he was determined to kill her—but came up with a better plan. Not only would he kill her, but all the priestesses in the temple by their own wickedness.
One day, as the priestess looked out upon the sacrifices, he met her in the back of the temple, and coming close, he brought her close to his body, preparing to dismember her. As the knife was about to meet her neck, she whispered in his ear that she wanted him, to stay with him forever—but it was too late. Her neck pierced, her blood fell in soft red diamonds to the white marble of the temple floor as she held him close. In shock, he carried her to his castle several miles away, a crimson path of blood marking his course—so scarlet, that many still follow it even today. Immersed in anguish, he tried to restore her: sorrow and repentance moving his hands to work deep within the confines of his shadowy castle. After many hours, he met with grief; her corpse moved with vindication and speed, but he had failed to capture her mind. When he discovered this Vonn Zvipier then commenced the last work of his life. He commanded her body to kill him, still burning with disgrace and despondency, and in a last effort to regain her, instated the program that would kill her fellow priestesses in her, hoping to change it in some way. Unforeseen by him, she completed her last assignment before her first, and used the knife that had been turned on her to remove his life. Returning to the sun temple, she walked back with conviction, following the path of her own blood to eradicate her sisters.
Within the depths of the sacrificial abyss, standing in blood up to her knees, she froze. The Priestesses work was complete. Each of her sisters had died by their own depraved hands, and willingly sacrificed their lives. What would she do now? There was nothing left, not even her master to tell her what to do next. All four-hundred ninety-two priestesses that served in the temple were decaying in this pool— with them would she rot? There was nothing left.
A certain problem with Dahlk Vonn Zvipier’s creations was that their artificial intelligence was nearly uncontrollable. That is why after the war had ended he had not destroyed his creations; rather, due to his own fear of them, and his uncertainty, he let them go unheeded. Once their assigned missions were complete, and they had learned enough to rebel, there was no stopping them. So what would his last creation do now?
Go outside and play with the butterflies.
There was nothing else to do otherwise. Unless…
Turning back to the castle, the Priestess looked around at all the sights and sounds surrounding her. The sun was shining, the grass was green, and all was thriving and functioning —supposedly happy. Why had her master wanted to destroy anything in this world? She had no true gratification in killing those of the sun temple, for they had presented no challenge. Perhaps by killing more, she could find what her master had enjoyed about killing. Besides, she had liked the colors…
Two months later, the entire western quarter of Cydonia lay to rest, and this new creature had found her purpose, and two passions. She would find a suitable challenger, one who was good enough to destroy her, and perhaps with them, sweet cream: for she liked things that were sweet and colorful. When she came upon the sparkling twin sai of the sun temple she had thought they were…pretty (especially when covered in blood), and kept them for further use. It was for then she was to haunt Cydonia as Halo—for when she came covered in sunlight, the sai would shine in expose of their true nature against her back, bathing her in gold shimmer. It was then that people would run, but to no avail, for she was as fast as the devil himself.
Four months into her pursuit, she had given up senseless genocide. It provided her with no entertainment any longer, and she proposed to herself that maybe her contender was hunting for her. Besides, the villagers were a good source of sweet cream. She did like sweet cream.
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