User blog comment:Doctor Ibrahim/The Fatekeeper/@comment-28718853-20161124020325/@comment-28358106-20161127010035

(I feel compelled to point out that her severed bits don't show any anatomical detail, in the spirit of MGE.  O mods, have mercy on me and these tales of woe.)

Heloise speaks up.

"Emelia cannot speak, except when she has her few moments of lucidity from her madness.  I can tell you my tale, but I will not tell you of Emelia's.  It's not my place."

"As for me, I was the daughter of a wealthy landowner.  Where is not important.  I was due to be married to the son of a rival merchant family to help end our rivalry.  I had only met the son a few times.  I did not like him, because he seemed off somehow, but for the sake of the family, I tolerated it because it was the way of things."

"Then one day, I met a courier boy.  He was handsome, dashing, and somewhat younger than me. He always wore a coat against the elements, and a traveling hat. He was not well off, but he had manners, and treated me like a lady, and meant every word.  Needless to say, he found excuses to deliver to our estate often, and soon we were in love."

"One night, we decided to have a tryst.  It was exciting, and thrilling, because it was forbidden.  I let him into my room through the window, and we began to undress.  That was when I discovered his secret."

"He was half Alp."

"It was repelling...and thrilling.  I...had never experienced such a thing in my closed life.  It was...an incredible night."

She pauses. "He began coming over every day.  We shared everything, our love, our hopes, our dreams.  Then, my fiancée found out.  His rage was..."

She pauses and looks at Flamer, looking him in the eye. "I'll simply tell you.  He bound my hands and wrists, and tied me to the back of his horse.  He dragged me through the countryside, as fast as his horse would go.  But that did not kill me."

She makes her body transparent, showing  the multitude of shattered bones within.

"He stopped at a cliff...and threw me off.  I still did not die until I drowned in the river.  I returned as a Wight because of the Demonic Energy that I had sustained.  I tried to return to the house where I lived, but when I got there, I discovered that it had been abandoned for hundreds of years...my resurrection, for reasons unknown to me, happened long after my family had moved on, so I remained there, not knowing what else to do.  I mourned prepetually."

"Eventually, a traveling priest came to the ruins.  He...was kind.  He saw my pain, and saw how I could never be appeased in my state.  So, he performed a ritual that sent me to the other side.  When I did, I found myself here, in the Memento Mori, called here by Victivius.  He was able to satisfy me as a husband and slake my sorrow like no mortal ever could."