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[color=maroon][h1]Anu'Varr[/h1][/color]

[color=maroon]The Scarred One[/color]

Interacting with: Everyone @ the Spire [/center]

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Had Anu been expecting an easy time of it, to claim the prize without being dubiously assaulted, she was amiss to find another wave of fear hit her. This time it struck deep into her heart of hearts. From any who were watching on the outside, Anu had stopped walking and now stood motionless like a statue. 

The Goddess of Devilry no longer held any inclination of what was before her, the spire was gone. An eerie quiet blanketed the space she found herself in, it was dark at first but then a million little lights erupted across her vision, quickly becoming streaks that stretched on forever without end in a multitude of colors. A lesser creature would have succumbed to insanity or worse, and Anu felt herself wanting it to stop, to end. It was so very bright!

The second her thoughts registered, there was a loud snap, and the streaking lights vanished, replaced with one star, a moon, and Tabrasa. The planet was green and blue, and unspoiled. Strangely beautiful to a God who sought  nothing but her own twisted version of it. There had been only one other time she had seen the world like that… It had been the day of her… birth.

A sudden panic overtook the Goddess, and she tried to look away, down at herself, or at anything else. But her sight was fixed, almost as if she was being forced to bear witness to what was to come. Anu knew what was coming, a memory so dark even she had buried it deep down inside. Somethings were better left forgotten, yet it was her foolishness in trying to reach the spire that found herself here, now. The fear she felt was crippling, she wanted to scream or close her eyes, but she could not, and then it began.

A brighter, purer white light, one she would never witness again, emerged from the nothingness that surrounded it. It hummed the perfect note as it took form and expanded, growing into the form of a woman made of ethereal light. Anu could see her own face reflected in the woman’s, as it should have been. Then tragedy struck.

The growing woman’s light, flashed a deep crimson, pain contorted upon her face. Anu tried to scream once again, but there was nothing she could do. Nothing.

She watched in horror, as her birth became an abomination, as her body twisted and broke repeatedly. The once beautiful hum became distorted into nothing but nightmarish screams. When it was finally over, she saw herself curled in the fetal position, her eyes shut tight and a tortured expression painted on her face. She was Anu, Goddess of Devilry. Stripped of everything she was going to be, for reasons that alluded her. It was the single greatest fear she had, having to watch herself be born again, having to see what could have been, and then watch it become nothing. The lights began to streak again…

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She awoke from her nightmare, about to enter the Spire’s abyss- but Anu shook her head. Using her new wings, she propelled herself backwards at great speed, exiting the area of influence and then crashing down on her knees at the edge. She wrapped her arms around her body, while dipping her head low. She could not take fear if she herself was afraid of what it brought. There was no conquering that memory, no great satisfaction to be had. 

She no longer had any desire to be there but found herself unable to really move. Her mind was caught up in the memory, the very fear she had from it. She could not process it then, but now it came in waves of anguish. So Anu, the Goddess of Devilry, would sit there for a while, thinking of nothing and yet, everything.