The Garden.  Akyasha's little public place to show off her collected Blood Lilies.  It was saddening to see such a wonderful place being used as a gallery of fire.  The battle that was currently taking place mattered little.  The summoned creatures of Ichor battling Paladins weighed only slightly on her mind as Akyasha watched all of her precious Blood Lilies burn.  She frowned as she turned to see a small swarm of Gore Bats harrassing one of the Paladins.  Thirsting Sisters and Savage Priests savaging a corpse...  The fighting was intense but the end result is what mattered and without said Blood Lilies, the result was clear in the vampire's mind.  Akyasha was impaled, battered and broken.  And still, the Cleric of Ichor had the will to spit in the face of her murderers, cursing them in the goddess' name.

It didn't take much longer for the fire to engulf her.  Her existence had come to an end.  Or, so it should have been.  

Now... The Cleric had found herself inside... A box?  Rather... She felt fairly weak as if she had slept for many years too many but more importantly something familiar had awakened her.  A voice. A wonderful, beautiful voice.  One that she had dedicated the near entirety of her undeath to.  "Goddess!" Akyasha exclaimed from her confines.  "Goddess!  To the Cathedral!?"  With a good hard kick, Akyasha launched the lid of the sarcophagus off of on top of her and it sailed through the air for a few seconds before loudly and rudely hitting the ground with clatter.  The Blood Lily Cleric hopped out of the sarcophagus and looked around to catch her bearings.  "A... Garden... Or was."  No, this wasn't hers.

The frantic look on her face changed to hope when she turned and saw the cathedral.  It was probably her favorite place on this world, after all, though, she wondered what had happened. This place didn't seem to be in the shape she would expect it to be, though, perhaps that would be expected.  If she had fallen, what of everyone else?  If there was no one to take care of things, of course they would fall apart in disrepair and lose the beauty they once had.  Regardless, the Goddess' voice echoed in her ear.  The Cathedral.  She took a breath and paid attention to the things at a more grounded level.  Specifically, the two other vampires that had also been in the vicinity. 

The cleric's face warmly converted to a friendly smile.  "The Goddess is quite merciful, is she not? Aleksiya?  Giselle?"  Everyone else in the past had been somewhat evasive of her for some reason or another but how could she not remember her fellow vampires?  Akyasha moved in closer to the two an put an arm around each, bringing the two in for a hug.  "How glad I am to see some of my sisters after reawakening."  She brought the two in close to her with a tight squeeze before releasing the two.  "You two have heard the Goddess' voice as well, I hope?"  The cleric said, doing her best to remove a somewhat melancholic look from her face.  "Shall we away to her command?  I for one would wish to check on the state of it... What with those lights...  Are they friend? Foe? Or, perhaps, feast?"  Akyasha mentioned, licking her lips, her hunger speaking of it's own accord on what it had emphasized more than the other options.