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Prologue: Chrysalis She burns, blind in the storm of black fire. The heat of the flames is unmistakable, impossible to ignore; but for all their inferno they shed no light, no warm glow accompanies that relentless tormenting fury. It is the perfect torture, the most exceptional punishment: the destruction of the body and mind by fire while denying the victim even the slightest glimmer of hope in the form of sight. It is a pure flame, a weapon of cleansing and scourging. The body burns, flesh and bone surrendering to the unceasing wrath of the inferno. The mind is seared, memories scorched to dust by the everlasting hunger. And still it burns, still the black flame desires more. But she has nothing left to give; after unknown times of ceaseless torment her body lies wrecked and broken, her mind devoid of her former self. Only her soul remains, and for all its hunger the ebon fire cannot devour it. Its feast is done. As its final act, the burning storm turns its fury in upon itself, rending a hole in the fabric of reality as it is known. The portal is short-lived, but it is all that is needed; the ruined body is cast from the eye out back into the world from whence she came, its scorning complete. The black flame has fed and now it returns to the oblivion, dwindling back into the Void that spawned it, back to the place where lost souls dwell. As for her: body and mind scarred by the fire's wrath, soul tainted by the Void's touch, she is cast again into the world of the living, devoid of all she once was. Born anew, to live anew. Only time will tell which road she walks; the only certainty is that never shall she feel the touch of the black flame again... save, perhaps, in the deepest halls of Hell. |