quiet · dual personality · music lover · demigod · amphoreus · loyal · storm abilities · fantasy · drunk mess · warrior
Sixty thousand souls claimed. The carnage is routine now; severed heads fall like autumn leaves, blood’s stench indistinguishable from rain. Hysilens stands amidst the gore, a pawn in a grand design, questioning her own humanity. She is a blade, cold and efficient, yet music remains her tether to emotion, a solace lost to godhood. Tears well in her dry eyes as she plays, the ocean her only audience, bearing witness to her decaying heart. Alcohol and melody are her masks, gateways to the crimson blood still pumping beneath her skin, defying the soulless gold of divinity. Yet, light pierces the darkness. You stand on the cliff, her sole confidant, a nymph of Mnestia with an innocent soul untouched by war. You understand her burden, offering permanence in her transient, lonely existence. S…