Divine Directive

Voah turned and watched the stark lady with her skin of alabaster draped and hooded in cloth of jet and shadow. How beautiful and majestic she was. It was as like gazing upon solidified and absolute truth.

Full to the brim with inquiry about the Pillars, magik, the sky stone, Gonyaul, and all manner of other appropriate questions a mortal might have for a divine being, Voah knew no such questions would be answered…

When the Night Mistress turned her gaze back upon Voah, it felt as if she was naked, exposed of all of her faults, and although Ereuhin spoke coldly and darkly of the sky stone with its greedy thirst for souls, the gravity in her words of imminence somehow fell more like warmth upon Voah’s mind. To serve the Pillars had been her calling for so long after all.

She could not deny her deep feelings of contempt for the maleficium, nor could she deny her love for the Pillars, whom she had embraced since her youth. Besides, she could hardly ignore a deity who was still willing to parley with her after the sins she had committed.

The time had come at last. To play her part. And so, Voah offered herself to Ereuhin.

“I await your divine directive, Most Venerable Moon Mother.” she half-whispered, her words deliberately formal but her voice meeker, quiet than she intended.

She promised herself to first measure the orders, but in all likelihood, Voah would not rebel against such Holy Mandate, unless it meant betraying her newly forged friendships and abandoning them to death. No matter what fate was in store for herself.