Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20140606201652/@comment-24685738-20140609022516

Maria wanted to feel the sizzling and burning of her skin, but she couldn't.

She wanted to scream, but her lips were numb, and her teeth were chattering.

''Damn you, Set! I had it all planned out! Why couldn't you.... just... fuckin' kill me?''

The tears began to slide down her cheeks, but she didn't want to feel them.

She wanted to die.

She was supposed to die.

If only Set had just...

Why?!

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Isis sat, crosslegged, at the front of the ship, her eyes blank and empty.

Set's blood still stained her hand.

Why had she done that?

She hadn't wanted to.

She hated herself.

She couldn't-wouldn't face Jaryl right now.

Or Julie.

Or Aerin.

Or Maria.

Or Geofry.

Or Jack.

Or Marcia.

Isis wanted to die.

She had killed her 'father'.

Her mentor.

Her brother.

Her friend.

''Azura... You claim that I'm your chosen. Show me Set's soul. If possible...''

Her lip quavered. Offer Namira my soul for his.