Aliaf V

They always said I was a weird child. The sparkles, now long faded, in my eyes... The way I looked at them... And I didn’t know what they were talking about. But I do now. It all started...
It was little before my birthday that it started. I... heard voices others didn’t. I... saw something others didn’t. It was...
First, my nightmares. Always dark and dreadful places, disturbing images, creepy voices. The first thing I remember dreaming of was eight red eyes, tall in that darkness.
~You’re mine now. You will do my will. You will do as I command~
It said. I woke up, sweating and scarred. I did go to *insert-name-here*, crying... I still was a child. *insert-gender-here* told me not to be scarred – it was only nightmare. But, *insert-gender-here* was worried when those nightmares repeated. Night after night. I had changed a lot. All those mesmers... Headmasters and children and apprentices... I saw a threat in them. And that voice, everyday, said:
~Go north-west. Come to me...~
I refused. And then, on my birthday it became... sick.
I was sleeping when something bashed in the room. I woke up, screaming and saw... nothing. *insert-name-here* ran into my room, worried about me. „Those nightmares...“ – she said. Nightmares? No. Hell.
While *insert-gender-here* was leaving the room, something came out of the darkness, longing for *insert-gender-here*’s back. I screamed and then *insert-gender-here* turned to me. The face I saw... I still see it. Decapitated, shed skin, blood on the skull... and those eight eyes. I was terrified. *insert-gender-here* asked me if something’s wrong. I barely moved my head right and left. *insert-gender-here* left the room, and I was left alone with my thoughts. And not only MY thoughts. And that’s when I started to hear things. And see them, too. On my birthday I really saw him... Abbadon. Or he came through some his servant, I can’t remember. Those eyes... They burned deep within me. I was so scarred. And he indulged me. Brainwashed me, if you prefer.
I killed all of them for him. To prove my loyalty. He had taught me how to raise their dead bodies. He had taught me to control life and death. And for exchange I had to wash the world. And I was willing to do that. Until… He betrayed me.
He took some noble woman to free him and wash the world in Torment’s pure and one and only existence. Marshall or something. Rage burned deep within me. I wanted to be his defeat. I went over all the world… Collecting power, just so I could bring him down. I went into Cantha… Went to Emperor, saved his life and his country of some minor plague. It wasn’t hard. Went to Kurzicks, took all the knowledge I could. Went to Luxons, took all I could take. Their power altered me. I now have scars over face… Dark, as my soul. They say eyes are mirror of the soul. Well, mine’s black. I got from them also nice, also black magic gear. I killed one necromancer of Jade brotherhood. Took his knowledge first, and then his powerful staff. I thought I was ready for facing Abbadon.
And I was right.
I had help from Sunspears I had killed so many in His name.
I had help from Vabbians He told me to divide.
I had help from arrogant Centaurs, whom I’d slaughter all.
I had help from Joko, whom I’d kill and suck all his knowledge out of his miserable soul.
I had help from now new god, Kormir. She risked her life for sake of all Elona… How noble… And I couldn’t done it. I couldn’t let my life fade… She sacrificed herself and became God.

And what did I do?
I just walked away…

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Yes, I know it's short. So? :P