Thread: The rise of the Roserka (RPG-Girl and an angel)

It had been ages. Literally ages since she last saw the sunrise and felt the moonbeams play on her skin and ages since she smelled the fresh dew in the grass or the rich smell of freshly slaughtered prey. It had been ages since she heard the voice of another or the thunder of a storm. And yet in those ages gone by she had witnessed the world age. Age slowly as it always did but without being able to interact with it. What had happened when the world was still young was distant echoes in her memory. Faint visions of the animals that slowly gained intellect, but those memories was so distant and faint that she could hardly keep any of it in the grasp of her mind for long. But she remembered her lover and her queen. The dark unseelie queen that ruled half of the lands as it had been for ages before. But her queen had been betrayed by her daughter and killed. Her closest supporter were either killed or banished for eternity. Or so had they thought. Shalheira had not died. The demonic assassin that had been sent to kill her had been powerful. Very powerful indeed. They had battled for days on end and with the demons vile poison coursing through her veins Shalheira had tried to escape. But the demon had followed and they had ended up on a demiplane with no way out. There they had fought for what seemed like an eternity. She had finally overcome her foe only to find herself alone in a place where she could never escape. The dead demon provided sustenance for her as she sensed the time passing in the prime plane. Shelheira felt the fall of the fey courts, felt how they retreated to realms between the worlds and to her disgust she felt how lesser races took the lands that had previously been the lands of the fey. In her planar prison Shalheira waited and plotted for eons. And as she did she slowly consumed the demon. She realized that this demon was not of the kind that he queen had made most of her dealings with. This was one of the Ta'nari - foul but powerful beings and the enemies of the Roserka. The countless centuries of confinement was hard on Shalheira. When the demon was gone, the last bone gnawed away and the last droplet of blood consumed she was still trapped. She knew that she had to use her own soul as sustenance. Being a creature older than time she new that her soul would sustain her for all eternity but she also knew that those of her kind that did thus were diminished afterwards. But still she had no other choice. What Shalheira didn't know was that even though she had consumed the demon a small part of it's soul still remained and as she began to slumber the two souls merged in forbidden and hideous ways. Shalheira awoke to someone calling her. At least that was how it felt. Calling her though the void to a place away from her accursed prison. She awoke as from a dream to find herself naked on a rough hewn stone floor. Around her was a circle on the floor painted with what looked like silver. She could feel that she was too powerless to even pass the line of silver as if it was an impenetrable wall. She looked up and realized that there was someone else in the room. It was a... a man? She had only seen one of these creatures living in caves and marveling at fire. This one seemed to command magic and it spoke to her in a language she couldn't understand. Luckily he shifted to another language the tongue of the demons that Shalheira was familiar with. Demon I command you. I want you to help me gather enough power to summon a mighty and powerful demon lord to slay my enemies. She was a little puzzled but the man clearly mistook her for a demon. She might as well play him to get as much information from him as possible....... Two weeks later they were preparing the ritual that Shalheira hoped would conjure one of the true Roserka Fiends. With it's help she would take her first step in forging the alliances that would be needed to destroy any that opposed her, but most importantly Queen Tatiana and her Ta'nari allies. From what little she could piece together the attack on the Roserka had been almost complete. Even this demonologist Thrakal had never heard of them. But she had assured him that a Roserka Fiend was just what he needed. Of cause her beautiful body had helped him believe whatever she said. It still sickened her to have sex with what she considered an animal. But it served it's purpose and would soon be dead. The ritual began as it should and as a figure appeared from the swirling mists Thrakal said Demon I command you...... but was abruptly interrupted by a knife through his throat, Shut the fuck up you ugly monkey. was all Shalheira had to add to his gurgling sounds as the blood spilled into his lungs. Then she turned to the arriving figure as she knelt and destroyed the wards on the floor. Welcome my lady I am Shalheira and I'm at your service.