DELPHiA
It is cold. The air is thin. And yet, nothing.
Her hands remain as empty as the land was barren, the sky meshing with the sea of snow covered crags creating a frozen hell. Soon the time would come when she would see him again, and what would she have to show the God of Death? Nothing. There was no treaty to be made with the Ascended and her goddess. The souls of those who had died remained lost. And though her toes were numb with cold, hands kept warm only by the warmth of her companion curled in the pouch of her heavy coat, she trudged on. She could not bring herself to relent, for to give up was to fail the one being who gave her life purpose. Delphia had no other reason for living than to serve Mort, and if she lost purpose or use, why did she remain in a world her soul had no right to be in? It had walked through the beautiful realm of Vi once, however briefly. To walk it this second time was a sacred blessing - not a gift - for it came with a price. Serve Mort, aid his work, and his blessing will ever be with you.
But night would fall soon, and with it, the bitter cold. She could survive it in the realm of the deceased...but why. Why? The question plagued her mind ceaselessly, each pondering making her steps heavy and slow. Why?
Delphia sighed, a puff of air curling before her lips in the cold, before she turned to descend the mountain once again, fruitless in her task.
Her hands remain as empty as the land was barren, the sky meshing with the sea of snow covered crags creating a frozen hell. Soon the time would come when she would see him again, and what would she have to show the God of Death? Nothing. There was no treaty to be made with the Ascended and her goddess. The souls of those who had died remained lost. And though her toes were numb with cold, hands kept warm only by the warmth of her companion curled in the pouch of her heavy coat, she trudged on. She could not bring herself to relent, for to give up was to fail the one being who gave her life purpose. Delphia had no other reason for living than to serve Mort, and if she lost purpose or use, why did she remain in a world her soul had no right to be in? It had walked through the beautiful realm of Vi once, however briefly. To walk it this second time was a sacred blessing - not a gift - for it came with a price. Serve Mort, aid his work, and his blessing will ever be with you.
But night would fall soon, and with it, the bitter cold. She could survive it in the realm of the deceased...but why. Why? The question plagued her mind ceaselessly, each pondering making her steps heavy and slow. Why?
Delphia sighed, a puff of air curling before her lips in the cold, before she turned to descend the mountain once again, fruitless in her task.
deep inside where nothing's fine
i've lost my mind
i've lost my mind
