My eyes are red with the fire that burns within. Clenching my hand, digging my claw like black nails into the soft flesh of my palm i glide threw the alleys of this hell city. And that is what it truly is...hell..city runned bye the damned. Every where you turn you see a creature of hell, demons, monsters, vampires, immortals, and witches all dwell here..in this so called " haven ". I am Lellitia, a 300 year old vampire...i am Queen of Magoth..the city of death.
160 years have passed since i took the throne from my mother. There is no king. My mother was beautiful...so am i. Black hair that fell in waves around her small waist, eyes that shone like a bright full moon and skin as pale as the cold winter snow that fell upon the upper earth.
Her name was Ail-yona, meaning " beloved" and "blessed" in the ancient tongue of man. How wrong her her title was. She was better known as Ora, simple yet its meaning much more above...it meant "ruler" and "queen".
She built this city, made alliances with the other races of hells spawns. Vampires came to terms with witches and demons, ogers lived I'm piece with immortals. For once all of us and them could live in silent and secluded solitude. Until HE came. His hair was as white as mothers skin and pale as I. His eyes were disks of shining silver and lips red like blood. He was tall, even by man standards, yet moved with unreal grace. He wore only the best black silk and statin, boots made of hard troll skin. he was beautiful and deadly. Later we found out his name was Dominion, a 1650 year old vampire. He also possessed a gift..a gift that would be the downfall of Ora..the gift of mortality.
Mother hated being what she was. She hated being a killer. She hated being her. She was only 16 when her virginity and mortality was stolen..720 years ago. She had been a normal farmer girl, skin dark with the suns rays, eyes sparkling hair floating about her. She had been adored by a mother and a father, pestered by a little brother and worshiped by a 10 year old sister. The sister, Sarah, was Ora's first kill. When morn broke, ending Ora's first night of immortality, she woke to find her Little sister, who she loved and would die for, lying in her arms, dead and bloodless. Ora looked at her hands and saw them painted with blood, felt her mouth that was caked with dieing flakes of her sisters crisom life force. Burning tears falling from her eyes Ora fled the country, coming to rest here...in the Underdark.
She bore a child, me, by a mortal who is nameless. I never knew who my father was, only that he was of mortal men. Mother longed to return to the surface, to find him...for before he left she gave him the kiss of love, so that as long as she lived, so would he. Mother wanted to love him and live with him. I was forgotten, i as only in her way. yes my mother loved me, but she loved the sun and him more.Dominion gave her mortality, for the price of my hand in marriage. So at the age of 110, i became an orphan, ,married to a man i did not love, and queen of Magoth.
I killed Dominion, on our wedding night, in our wedding bed. As he lay spent and gloating of his recent "victory" i stabbed him threw his cold heart with a metal spike taken from the upper levels. No one asked, and no one told of my "victory".
So i dwell here, in this land of darkness, waiting for someone who will lead us to rise above..to reclaim our stake on the Mortal Earth....and that day comes fast..
Beware the Queen of Magoth, beware Lellitia...
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