Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20170331010116/@comment-28358106-20170404224507

"Since you're so keen to fight me, let me fill you in on a little secret first."

Cyndwella's smile fades a bit as she looks at Kittycut out of the corner of her eye, her voice dropping. "You want to know how I became a Queen of the Void? Do you?  Do you think that in what you've experienced throughout your short, near-sighted life, it could compare to what has to happen to you to get powers like mine?  Do you think that whatever you've seen in the petty, worthless, insignificant scuffles you've seen, it would prepare you for an agony for which there is no name?"

She has slid off the desk and is walking slowly towards Kittycut, her smile fading. "I didn't. I had no idea.  Did you know that I had to die, twice, to be what I am now?  Did you think that all innocent people who die a horrible, lingering, heart-wrenching death automatically go to heaven?  I used to think that.  Then I died the first time.  The first time, with half my body gone, but still alive, lingering for days, my face gone, my skin gone.  No hero came and rescued me.  I pitched face down into this swamp, my lungs filling with the rotten mire of bog filth, bringing the sweet blackness that finally ended my misery.  That was the first time."

She leans in close to Kittycut. Her smile is completely gone, her voice now a whisper.

"That was the first time."

She leans back and stands straight, her voice even. "Do you want to know what happened to me the second time I died? Because it was worse.  Much, much, much worse.  Do you want to know?  Because I'll tell you.  I'll tell you what it takes to become so miserable, to be in such pain, that your cries echo through the Void and reach the ears of the Lord of the Black Throne, where they are savored, like a fine wine that becomes the consummation of your marriage to His will?

She pauses. "Tell me. Do you want to know?"