The Damia, from The Multiverse, a roleplay on RPG

Alias: Morana
Full Name: Morana Vladis Damia
Wanted Status: Wanted Dead.
Age: Twenty Three.
Birth Year: 187th.
Current Residence: Wanderer.
Birth Place: Jaevlyn.
Hometown: Jaevlyn.
Allegiance: Damias.
Belief/Religion: Serves Den, solely.
Titles/Honorifics: Damia.
Profession: Arcane Ranger.
Hobby: Collecting.
Sex: Female.
Sexuality: Straight.
Race: Sylaen.
Caste: Damia.
Strengths: Hearing, arcane battle, ranged.
Weaknesses: Agility, flight, balance.
Height: 6'0"
Weight: 45lbs.
Build: Slight.
Hair: Ivory.
Eyes: Crimson.
Skin: Fair.
Handedness: Left.
Scars: Left Shoulder Blade.
Tattoos: None.

The Battle of Ballan and Becoming Xhes

...And it came with the clashing of steel against steel, sword meeting sinew, arrow piercing armor, Flo searing flesh, and the cries of battle. The thundering of feet upon the ground was not the heartbeat of this battle for this war was waged within the clouds, that which veiled the sun's kiss upon the land. Feathers, ivory perfection in downy form floated towards Gaia softly, those that would be spared the fate of being drowned in crimson force. Following the path of a single feather, it's journey would end upon the shoulder of a single Sylaen. Alone she stood at the precipice of the Ballan Tower of Hael as war raged around her within the skies

"Damia Morana Vladis. You have been found positive in charges against the murder of Dam Azriel Bhelen. By order of Creed, the Cordea sentence you to exile, forever condemned to remain forbidden to tread upon Sovanala, and forbidden to traverse its Sky until the day that you lay to rest within the earth. Do you oppose this?"

"...No."

She could smell the blood on his hands, that sickly sweet aroma which poured from Sylaen as they were struck down. It was not the essence of a Fallen. Stance was taken with arm protruded so that Morana could aim to his heart with her cross bow, brow drawn down with sternness yet sorrow tempting to spill forth like a fount from the Damia. Only time was needed for the change of Lothe to take over his form, so that she could justly end his life.

"Do you see it Morana? I need it, it needs me, I need it, it needs me. I understand. I know what happens, we need this, it needs us. We must do this, Lam. Sylaen must die. We must die. Eternity shall be ours. Do you see? I understand now... Do you see...?" Azriel turned to face Morana slowly, the front of his once pristine armor now glittering with the life of those he had taken and a smirk of madness splayed across his once beautiful face. His wings were slowly disintegrating, littering along the stone ground, as he did nothing more than accept the change that was accelerating in his body, the arcane evolving Azriel.

"Let it be so." A single nod of the Corde was made to the other Damia present, signaling to them to take hold of Morana so that the female would not struggle while her payment was extracted from flesh; her wing and flight entirely. "Damia Morana Vladis, you may have brought us that much closer to defeat by bringing down the Ballan Tower at Hael, but you have taken the life of one of your comrades and that act we, Cordea, the ruling class over Sovanala and Jaevlyn cannot allow you to go unpunished." Morana would then feel upon her uppers arms the strength of others just like her while her crimson eyes would remain distant in recent memory; dead. "Your victory has spare your life." Pain. Excruciating pain.

Laughter like that of a mad man spilled forth between the spit-moistened lips of Azriel while the last dregs of sanity slowly slipped away from him. He grasped at his hair, as though fingers would latch onto those tresses and ripped them from his scalp as the laughter grew sonorous. Feathers, feathers everywhere, dropping about his form like snow. "WE MUST ALL FALL OR DIE! DO YOU NOT SEE IT!" "Mannah, please stop..." Morana's words to her lover where quiet and, of course, unheard by his ears. She knew that it was folly to pursue what he used to be, but her heart still ached to reach out towards him as though she could pull him back from the Lothe.

It was her duty...

Blood splattered against the white marble floor of the Inner Courte, while Morana shrieked in inevitable and torturous pain as her right wing was torn from her body without so much as a hint of mercy from her once comrades. She was no longer one of them, but now nothing more than dirt upon their feet, something not even worthy of being recognized as living. Sinking to her knees with their hands still upon her arms, Morana could do nothing but weep with quiet sobs while memory attacked once again...

"...you must die, now." He grinned at his wife menacingly, while the wings at his back disintegrated into ash at his feet. A small pleading whimper would be her reply as fingers gripped more tightly upon her cross bow still aimed to the heart that once had emotion. Above them both, the sky cracked to life with the snarls of thunder, clouds now rolling in more thickly and with whip cracks of lightning ready to strike at an order. "Don't do this, Mannah. We can fix this, don't give into the Lothe, please! I am begging you Azriel!"

No answer would come to her, no rebuttal, nor cruel words. Nothing but that crazed grin splayed across his face still, while spittle ran down his chin. Azriel would, however, raise a single hand towards the sky as if grasping a skull within his hand and toasting to the gods the wine within its cavity. "Azriel... don't do this... fight the Lothe, please. Our Bheddan...!" But still he was far too gone to be reached with her hand of salvation and thus it was that Azriel commanded the Flo to strike down at Morana with a searing bolt of lightning. Yet, the Damia was far to skilled and talented at protecting herself from such attacks, all too seasoned against the Fallen to succumb to his advance.

"Remove her from this court and from our lands... she is not to be seen here again, and if so, may Den strike her down. So be it. Next order of business may step forth to plead their case to the council..."

Morana was drug across the room, not even allowed to stand up upon her own two feet, though if she tried it was most likely that the Damia would fall again for the fact of the unbearable pain burning through every limb as she trailed a line of crimson on marble. Those that had been convicted before her, had screamed and protested against their punishment as if they did not deserve it, but Morana, she was different. Even in this lowly position the woman still held onto her honor for it was now all that the Damia had left to her. Only helpless whimpers...

The very foundation of Ballan tower began to shake, and loose it started to become from the earth. Morana was perched still at the top of Ballan, hunched over and heaving from exertion of what she was attempting to do; something none have ever considered a possibility before her impulsive decision. "YOU SHALL DIE WITH THEM ALL. CAN YOU NOT FEEL THE TEMPTATION TO FALL? YOU. MUST. GIVE. IN!!!" That laughter; laughter that did nothing but fuel Morana now into doing what she must, her duty as a Damia. No longer was he the beautiful creature that she had fallen in love with, wedded, and given children to, no this... this was an abomination.

"...remember that I'll always love you..." Words not even heard above the humming of sweet sweet Flo concentrating through the runes built into the armor at her neck. Morana was now bathed in a brilliant glow of pure azure as the building beneath began to break away, thuds of heavy rock heard hundreds of feet below as they crashed into Gaia. "This is for you Azriel!" And with that it was... silent...

Though that was to only last for a few seconds more before the very atmosphere exploded around the tower, shattering the top floor with those two souls still atop it. Crumble the tower did, falling, falling to the earth while sending nothing but trembles through the ground at the feat. The burst of energy that had been released did not only completely and utterly destroy Ballan Tower, but ended the battle entirely. Not a single soul continued to show their hearts' beliefs after the display of such incredible power. That was impossible, yet the essence of Flo remaining in the air, hovering like shimmering petals of azure was unmistakable.