"Alone"

All along the country road people vanished. Homes bore symbols of faith and hope in a forsaken land. Crops died and the lucky perished to return to the soil. Dark times best half the kingdoms to the east. Death walked among the living and the hoards were ravenous! The local church sent riders to the west. Pleading for a champion to come and deliver them from such evil. Truly they were damned. 

On the brink of starvation half dead or dying they were. The coming of winter and no crops some had turned to death for salvation. Others began worshiping dark deities to fill their bellies. On the fates day a caravan arrived with champions of hope. They brought food and sword. They weilded made and shield against the darkness that nearly surrounded the town. Blessing the land and the water. Purifying the wicked and corrupt inside the town walls. The five went to work. Feeding the weak, while healing the sick. They restored the light to keep the town safe. 

Once a second supply got through the heros built the walls stronger. Pushed the darkness further back! Saving the few they could. If only she had lived to see such hope. She who was taken by the wicked, and fed to the darkness. Her body drained them filled with the black inky fluids. Her hope and spirit sucked dry by fiends. Replaced by a hunger she thought she knew. Using her body for dark pleasures. Her will replaced by obedience. She was the daughter of death and the wife of evil. She languished in the depths listening to her masters words.promising her death from the hands of the righteous. She wondered if this would be a death to dream of or just more of the same.

The champions of hope rode into the dark. Slaying many of those who dwelled there in the dark. Their light setting ablaze the woods and lit the path towards the masters home. A keep covered in death and decay. Fearless were they, as they strode forward. Killing more and more of deaths children! Burning them on their way to the depths below to now be with demons and devils and things without names nor form. Just waiting to embrace the wayward souls for their loving torment. Until at last they had the fiend cornered trapped by rite and under a symbol of hope it died! Screaming it's way into a dark pit of it's own making. 

Two of those five escaped from the darkness alive. Two made it through the night to tell the tale. Securing the land for hope once more. Even giving hope to those that dwelled in the dark not by choice but by force. 

She remained hidden buried under the dirt on her body. The poison in her veins burned no more. She was now free to make her own choices. The books left behind and the knowledge thought lost made itself known to her. Whispering dark secrets names and forgotten power into her mind. Every page a step down from hope. Every tome a chain around her body. Soon they twisted around her mind to form a single symbol. The mark of true death. She thought for herself. She was only half right. Evil only speaks in half truths. Just enough for you to believe it and not enough to spot the lie.

She worked the magic. Speaking the words as she stood in the center. This would rid her of the evil that was her life! She would do this and become pure! Sacrificing herself to the dark freeing the world of her hunger! The blue flames encircled her feet, moving up her body until they reached her head. Diving into the open mouth as she screamed! Burning her only from within they filled her body! Replacing one hunger with another. Darker and deadlier than any hunger before! Her mouth stained with the black magics. Her eyes solid orbs from the abyss! Her blond hair replaced with the color of ash. Her transformation complete. Before hope the heavens cried. Before the devourer of souls Angel's would die.

She fed on the town that bore her. Turning them into the blood hungry servants of true death. A death that denighed even the heavens their due. Her body a perfect symbol for luring those far from the path and into the willing embrace of oblivion! All around hope death danced. Killing plants and animals in a bitter frost. With a smile birds were severed from the sky. With a whisper shadows reaped the living. Now in the thick of legions of undead and death alike hope reigns in the mountains to the east. Free to stare at the stars and feed her hunger.