Legends of Belariath
Eternity
One chaotic night energy was released. In it's place it births a dark child. She was curled in the cold and found by the moriel priestess, Shan`el. The form breathed so Shan`el knew that it lived. She approached the girl and pushed her to her back, slim body revealed fully to crimson eyes, Shan`el took in the raven black hair, cold, death like skin and the final evidence, the smooth abdomen that lacked a belly button. A smile slitted across her mouth at her pleasure. a dark chaotic spirit indeed. Even darker then many moriel, or she would be when taught correctly along with her natural apptitude. The priestess took the duessa home, she would raise it to be a shadow of herself.
The daughter of chaos was allowed to watch while the priestess did her work.Slow torture of some, their blood running freely from the wounds Shan`el opened upon them. She fed a greedy goddess.The Whisper soaked up the screams of the priestesses offerings. Amber eyes burning and watching those faces. Some she got to watch cross over, the gaze going from one of pain and dispair to a vacant stare as their spirits left their mortal forms. After the priestess would leave she would lift her dainty hand and place it upon the corpses face feeling it go rigid and cold. Patience was something the Whisper was good at and it just got renforced with these encounters. The years passed and the Whisper learned. Occasionally she got the greatest pleasure, Shan`el would place her upon that altar and teach the child more patience. Resistance to what others could do to the Whisper. She was taught to hold in her cries until allowed or it became so great even the strong willed Whisper could not resist the cries of pleasure and pain. They would ring out so sweetly, and followers knew that great pain had been delivered by the one they followed. This served to keep them in line, many enjoyed the pain but they did not have the endurance that small nature spirit of chaos seemed to have.
One day as the Whisper lay bleeding upon the altar, very little of her flesh unmarred, blood filling a chalice to capture the offering. Shan`el laid a hand upon the girls cheek and smiled in great pleasure. "ahh my dear Shadow, you have proven to be strong through much. For an eternity I could make offerings with you, teach you more and more. I believe that is what I will call you from now on. Eternity will be your name. But no one is to know it until they have done as I have, pushed you to your utmost limits." The priestess gathered the broken bleeding body of the Whisper and laid her oddly gently upon a private bed and left her to rest. She knew her child having survived that much would continue and now it was time to let her heal to continue her lessons.
The whisper did survive that torment. Soon she was by the priestesses side once again. But the lessons had changed. Now came lessons in deception. She learned to harness the magic within herself. Soon a young moriel would join the priestess in the greeting of the newcomers to the temple. Where once she was naked to the point people didn't see her body anymore, but remembered her eyes, the burning yellow of Amber. Now those eyes was a dark crimson, and silverly hair fell along her slim dark shoulders, the priestesses shadow. And this small one had a name. She was called Dylis. Soon it sent shivers through the followers. This new student of the priestess who seemed so cold as she practiced what she was taught.
While in private ritual for a person, suddenly they were attacked. Dark shadows decended into the chamber, the whisper was at the offerings head, the priestess her arms raised high. Barely a glint betrayed the hunters, and then the priestesses throat was cut from behind her blood spewing forward onto the offering before sliding down bonelessly. The whisper in her moriel form stood and started moving towards them, a dagger flew through the air and peirced into her chest. With a gasp of surprise she fell to her knees. The raiders did not hesitate, they grabbed her by her hair and pulled her upward. Seeing their soft, unmarred prize, blood lust switched to something new. The desire to posses this "moriel". Their friend freed from the altar the bleeding "moriel" placed upon the altar and raped repeatedly while her blood flowed sluggishly, little did they know instead of tormenting the child of darkness she was experiencing true pleasure as much as they did in their brutality. They broke and tore her body but not her spirit that remained shining bright in it's darkness. Finally they left her to die, the priestesses body cut to pieces and burned. If anything it taught the chaos daughter that there still had to be some balance. Pain and mercy. Or you could drive your victims to kill. Though death was fun to watch on others it defeated those taking people to that edge when it happened to themselves.
Once she was fully healed she went through the priestesses things. Barely a thought given to the one who had trained her over the years. She took valuable things, a whip and some clothes. She climbed from the deep cavern and was relieved it was night when she emerged. She hadn't spent much time out in the world in the sun. She look around the area and started walking down, the cool air did not bother her as she descended the mountain towards civilization.
Seasons passed and still she wandered the wilds of the area. She met many a nymph and was quickly bored with the weak creatures. She stepped out into a clearing one day drawn by cries of fighting and pain. From her position she watched a scuffle between a group of chirots and torians. The blood and gore drew her like a bee to a flower as the battle moved to a new area, bodies left behind. Shes tepped boldly into the clearing where she found one male chirot still alive, his lifes blood pulsing from his body. She kneeled nearby waiting patiently through the night for him to pass. He was feverish and hallucinating. She was there when he finally passed, blood staining her outfit as she climbed to her feet. A shadow grew above her and a very angry male chirot covered in blood pounced upon her rolling her roughly to the ground.
"ahh Moriel bitch come to steal from the dead. very well I will steal from you." He took the anger of his loss in the fight out on the disguised whisper, brutally he treated her bruises and cuts forming over her body raping her small form as she fought him. He finished his anger and threw the broken body away from him, leaving her to die. He left her for last cleaning up the bodies of his fallen comrades, fouling the torians and leaving them to rot. Once he had collected all he needed much time had passed. He looked to where the female had been thrown seeing a trail to where she rested he followed it, expecting her long dead, in fact to injured to move from where he had tossed her. His eyes widened when they came upon the "broken" female. Yet she hadnt' died or cried in misery. He saw the healing moriel and knowing few of that race were healers he pulled her up by the hair to face him. "what are you slut" Crimson eyes gazed back at him blinking without feeling. "your worse nightmare or greatest dream" she answered calmly. Still he held her by her hair pulling harshly upon her form now naked as he saw the healing wounds. He knew a chirot mage who was looking to practice things upon captives, this one who healed would bring a high price. Securing her he moved off to seek his fortune dragging the bound girl behind.
Arriving to the cavern where the mad chirot resided and practiced his "traditions" he demanded his money for bringing such a prize to the mad one. The chirot looked at the captor and his prize, a noise of derission revealing his thoughts. "she is slim and weak she would not last." the crazed eyes looked to the male chirot and without hesitation magic flew out to strike the male down. He crumpled with barely a word rope tied to the "moriel" secure so she couldn't escape. The mad necromancer chirot moved towards the males body "it's been a while since I had a nice burly fighter to test some theories upon." He looked to the girl taking in her unmarked naked flesh except the marks from the ropes and bindings tight upon her. "oh I suppose you will have some uses before you die." The 'moriel" looked at him calmly "looks can be deceiving."
The necromancer bound the girl nearby so she could watch and anticipate what would be practiced on her soon when he finished with the male. For days the chirot kept the male alive slowly torturing him, exploring every reaction. The female forgotten often as she watched, slowly she worked to try to free herself from her bindings, always silent. Finally the male warrior subcumbed to the practicing and died quietly in weakness. The girl was almost free but not yet. Movement she made caught the mad chirot eye. "oh i have forgotten about you and sadly now you will be even weaker for my needs." he had forgotten about her or he just hadn't cared to make sure she had food. A typical humanoid that would make a difference, yet this one still stood strongly. The experimentor moved closer to the female looing her over, taunt skin stretches against delicate bones, and still strength showed in her eyes.
So started a time of great experimentation when the necromancer realized the prize that had truly been delivered to him. Eternity bided her time with the male, for his touch and experiments did draw out great pleasure in her. She saw no reason to leave him as he still fulfilled her own needs. Many seasons she spent with the chirot learning his language and his methods. Then came the day when he could do no more to her and she viewed him as weak, she had learned what she could. One day she was practicing upon another and she turned on the mad chirot and left him bound by his latests toy. "you are weak and I must seek new challenges." with those parting words she walked out of the cavern and journeyed to find new challenges.
She had a feeling the chirot may seek her out since he hated to lose. Feeling that looking like a moriel would be a quick giveaway to her trail she came up with the idea of taking upon the looks of her "sisters" the nymphs. She met many weak souls in her quest. It tested her patience each time how singled minded some were. She came upon an Inn along the road. She steps in and gazes around. Eyes blink as she watches sex acts practiced out in the open but it was some of the not so nice sex acts that kept her coming back to seek others who might be strong. She had a few scuffles with some of the occupants, she witnessed the weak serving the strong, the weak giving themselves up without a fight. It started to turn into a study of people. she started to find those to play with. A thief who got caught and claimed by her, a tribesman she fought and won and even lost to. so many to keep her interest. So now she stays in Nathalion until she no longer finds any challenges then she will move onto new quests.