Aishite - Daughter, I pray - Return to me - Muttering, Suffering - I've lost my grace - And yet I knew - Not the same face
Yet I love you.

Born dysfunctional compared to others of her race due to her birth parents, she suffered greatly through childhood and her adulthood.

 Diagnosed with Demon Face Syndrome, three of her children being murdered by a stone goliath, and the last being abducted, she decided to wallow in grief until she joined the crusade to kill the ruler of the land with a band of strange yet welcome friends. If only things could have changed.

Watching her dear friend, now brother, kill the tyrant had filled her with terror of the change that will occur, and from that fear she was crowned the God of Pestilence, ruler of the plagues and ill of this land. It must remain the same.

Despite her sudden rise to power, she still grieved for her children but continued to serve her following like family. They must stay together.

She tried her best to be of use, to continue the calm of her new position. She never wanted change, yet the world demanded it after hundreds of years, leading to her alliance with her children's killer, and the day when her brother had struck their little found family. The sight of her sister's corpse caused hysteria for centuries, and the grief of losing her brother caused her to become paranoid of everything changing. It must stay stagnant.

"He must remain sealed" so many told her, and she knew it was right. The Rat Genocide began, and along with her siblings they started to purge. It was pitiful to see so many corpses, but the devil must remain still. He must stay away.

But one rat made it out. One rat served the devil. One rat started to kill the others, the siblings she's tried her best to keep close. And soon it would be her turn. She must fall too.

Giving her cult gifts of her future corpse's limbs, the final fight began, and soon the rat would kill her. It all ends always.

Within limbo she remained until pulled out by her own killer, yet no resentment was in her eyes. The rat was kind at heart. It was a necessary step to kill her, and best of all her family was brought back together. Even the daughter lost so long ago had returned, never having left the goliath's side. Her days had changed.

Now, she sits with her lost daughter by the gardens, weaving tapestries of joy.

I'm glad things changed.

"I wonder if my siblings remember him. The colossal beast that rose from the body of the false god after its death. We were tired beyond belief, so if their memories fail them I would not be upset. My memory is still foggy as well, but the terror has embedded itself into my mind. The only thing that had broken me out of my panic that day was him, [YOUR.DIETY]. He was beautiful, a presence of strength and calm. His head was of magic itself, something foreign and marvelous. Kali had a presence of god-like power, yet this being was nothing god-like. He excluded the power of a true divine being. He was no mockery like the monarch, he was the reality of god, proof that divinity is naturally occurring. He was a guide through our divine metamorphosis, teaching us of the relics that were the crowns, telling tales of their creator and his former world. I must be honest, I pity him. For such a man to go through so much hardship, it’s terrible. A king with no kingdom is the cruelest fate a being like us could have. On that note, I’ve reached back out to him. I offered for him to live within the mountains of my land, so that he may tell me more of his world and history, and I may teach him of our world and its tragedies. I hope he takes my letter kindly and accepts. But until he responds, I will continue to remember him with awe and adoration. Who would not look at him with such care? A divine within our world, a true blooded divine. Yet I still fear him. His presence alone will shift the tide of the world’s future. We’ll either shift into a world of prosperity under a kind ruler, or shatter under a flood of violence."
- Ubathi Karne. 723 PA.