"Faith"

Time of the coronation had begun. The few chosen to become the next mother to her people. She was one out of five who stood before the queen mother. Ashen skin and white hair fell below her shoulders in braided strands.  Her ancient fragile body held together by the inner power she possessed. The goddess of the Drow flowed through the old priestess and was ready to consume the next fresh vassal. The five were dressed in pure white silk gowns each holding a dagger of jade and cold iron. Sitting each at a point of the circle. Kneeling facing inward the group at first covered in a black veil. The priests and priestesses were surrounding the girls. Soft chanting swirled the incense around the girls as they rose to their feet silent as shadows. The veils fell as they rose. Each taking a stance as they were taught to do from a early age; waiting for the signal from the end of the chanting to begin. 

In the end one stood slices across her flesh dripping blood. Her heart racing but breathing slow and steady. The survivor looking up at the revered mother. They were her comrades they studied together. each with hopes of becoming the one. Each like Div to try and be the best. And now only she stood covered in the blood of those like her. She looked up and felt desire. In a silent motion her hand moved like a whip. At the end flew the dagger in an upward arch right into the glowing white eye of the mother. She screamed out as she stood pointing a finger at the lone girl in the center of the Loth worshipers. They descended on her, whispering and drawing runes over her body in the blood of the old mother now dead. Grabbing Div and casting the child into the pit of the cursed ones. Falling down into the dark chasm until the first web ensnared her. The spiders came almost instantaneously. Large, larger than she was they encircled her until they were within striking distance. Then one by one they died. Falling from the web into the abyss as silent as they came. She was alone, or so the girl thought. A voice unlike any other brushed against her ear. Encircled her mind like a serpent. She felt the vibrations of the web from the thing in the dark, they were small and closing in on her. A tiny creature crawled up her abdomen past her chest and onto her face. Div could see it, a hand, severed and rotting. It's power flooded her mind and coursed through every vein in her body. her mouth agape and yet not one sound came forth. It entered her mouth leaving a piece of itself inside. Vanishing in a cloud of dust. The girls body exploded her head screamed in pain as she felt her bones shift and her muscles grow. In the end she gripped the web and crawled to one of the walls to climb up.

it was there Div gained the blessing of the god of death. Imbued with the power over death. A cursed Priestess with a hunger for the blood of the living. A lost soul damned to the pits. A drider like none other. Through her connection with the voice she ascended into the world above. Laying traps, making webs, silently poisoning her victims in efforts to raise an army for the glory of the new priestess. Dwelling in the heart of the forest to the south. Overtaking the forgotten home of the wood elves. Turning them into food then again into tools. She rose in the fear of all that lived within. Her six solid black eyes able to see the light of the living. Her four arms and legs moved with speed, strength, and silence. With size equal to a dear Div grew as well as her powers. Able to bind the souls of her prey into the dead carcasses. Weaving her will over their own. Div creates monsters of death from the dead. 

As the years came and went a dark figure rode into her lair. A figure without light or scent, silent as the night air around it. Her children attacked only to find it without mass. Falling through the image without harming it. The image took its sword and struck servant after servant until the remaining learned to keep there distance. The dark figure moved as like a ghost toward the priestess. "You will serve. You will go east to the kingdom of men and regain all you have lost." Her eyes closed as Div lowered her head. The voice was familiar as if the words were said with two voices, speaking in complete synchronization. She obeyed. 

Cursed, disfigured, but not alone. The hunger would subside at times and she would be free to do as she will once more. Div's subjects followed and in the course of a single night one of the strongholds of man fell. Muffled screams as they awoke entrapped in webs. Injected with the poison of their queen until they could be turned The homes and taverns decayed becoming tombs for those that once lived there. The inner castle filled with traps and webs of the mother. In the deepest depths Div lies in waiting. Surrounded in the chamber with all her eggs. Guarded from the outside by her converts consumed with a hunger for life and revenge.