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Thu May 24, 2018 12:17 am

For reference within a plot; will be utilized by both Jonathan Burr and Alistair var Radomir, left behind by Lilith Odam in pieces as a part of a multi-stage story.
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Thu May 24, 2018 10:48 am

Some day of... some season. I've lost track of time.

Hi. Lilith here. I'm writing these little letters mostly to myself, but... in case anyone's curious, I'll be making scribbled up re-writes and leaving them in... mostly safe, if winnowed hands. I'm writing this story - the story of my life - so that you can understand. I'm writing it as objective... truthful... as my mind allows me to at this point. Though, I can't promise total coherency. Sometimes, I can't promise I'm even really around. My mind goes... so many places, few of them waking.

My story has always been the story of others. I've always circled around other people - never really been myself, or wholly 'independent'. Maybe that's why I chose Aberration... I could be with someone, something, all the time. Even though he rarely talks... or laughs... or really does anything other than feed. My life is a story about other people, and so, I'm going to describe the... eating from the lens of Auriel, my Harvester.

But this first entry isn't about Auriel. It isn't really about anyone, it's... just me, saying hello. To the only friend I have - a pen. Expect lots of entries, because... I'm not really kept on my toes anymore. Everything's become predictable, just a sound creeping in from the corners. I need something to fill in the, whispering, silence. For now, until I find something less lonely, that will be this pen... and these letters to me.

Forever Hated,
Lilith Odam
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Thu May 24, 2018 10:49 am

Defiance is pretty.

When I was a little girl, I loved to dance. My father taught me how to dance, early on, before the disease set in. When his legs still worked, he taught me form, and I danced within that form... always so elegantly. I was known for being light on my feet, agile, and seamless.

I love how Defiers dance with their magic - it's prettier than the darkly tunes of Bonesong, and certainly more attractive. The Defier that Auriel preyed upon this eve was a handsome man. Dirty blond hair, short, with golden eyes and a golden brown complexion - tan like a man of the ocean, but with the body of the most agile runner. He was... something.

And something, to someone, who I happen to loathe.

I killed a mother duck and left her chicks alone. I left her body on the side of the cobble road like trash. Some of the chicks still clung to her, as if she were still alive. Those who clung, I crushed; those who went free, their own way, I let live. That is the way of the world. No little girl may remain a pretty dancer, and no mother may be there for her children.

Not anymore.

Forever Hated,
Lilith Odam
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Thu May 24, 2018 10:50 am

Depravity. I fucked my victim before he died.

Father wouldn't be proud.

Was he ever? No, I suppose he was too inept. I guess father wouldn't be anything. I guess he never cared.

His disease set in early, and randomly. It set in among all of them - my uncle, my grandmother, my eldest cousin who was for the longest time... much like my biggest sister. Disease is a terrible thing. It's made more terrible by the children who watch it churn and consume. I saw him die more every day. While I ran off with my shields of magic and my Lordly authority, drawn on the will of Marthel, Amielle, Renner and Lokhert...

My father died, more and more. All the Lords in the world could do nothing. The only power that mattered had already made her choice - and she chose to kill.

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Lilith Odam
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Thu May 24, 2018 10:51 am

I killed a Yithnai today. Stuffed a roach into his mouth, made him gnash it with his teeth. It squirmed as its guts bled out onto his tongue, so... chunky. The taste was nasty, he told me. I gave him three.

Auriel enjoyed that one. He likes the carnage, the torture. I just like the kill... revere it, even.

Fuck. There are so many more. A thousand for every me - and there's only one me. There are enough Yithnai in the world to make the whole thing sick. They're sick; I'm sick of them. The next one is in Caimsley, a small town in Hyran. Okay. How do I even know that? Must be from one of those times I wasn't really myself. When Auriel's eyes open, mine so often close.

I took liberties with my chamber-pot today. I should shove that in the mouth of the next one - maybe add insects to the mix. I thought they were supposed to like them... but all the ones I've met have been so unhappy with their treats. Sometimes I wonder if it's supposed to be this easy. Sometimes, I don't know.

Goodbye.

Forever Hated,
Lilith Odam
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Thu May 24, 2018 11:31 am

I slept with my cousin's ghost today. Or... I think it was his ghost.

I have problems.

. . .

The Coven is on me. Saw Effren Galien outside of the Rook - you know, just... a Revealed mage, casually outside the Rook. Definitely not searching for me. Not sure why Ellasin would send out her top hunter to find me, anyway. If he dies... she's a lot weaker a woman.

Fortunately for her, he did not notice me. But the Coven's been very active of late. I suppose they think they're ready to plunge the world into a Dark Age, or whatever it is that they want. Something... hierarchies... something... abolish... something... freedom. Jargon. Ellasin is just a spiteful twat.

It has to be something, though. Effren Revealed for a reason. He won't be able to come back now, if he dies - can't just blend into a baby post-mortem now. This has to be it for them. They've tossed their dice. Dunno where they landed, but they think it's enough. I'm not going to bother with all that, though. Worshiping a Lich?

No. I worship only one thing: nothing.

Ha ha.

I worship my cousin.

Forever Hated,
Lilith Odam
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