"Let me... tell you a shtory.." Luna looked at the Miqo'te from over her glass. She manipulated her aether, trying to leech some of the rum from her system as she started to speak. "There washh a little girl who lived in Gridania with her mom. Dad weren't around shho it was jusht them. One day when the girl washh exploring... she was taken by some men. They took her back to their hideout and preshented her to the captain. He took a liking to her and decided to keep her as his pet." Luna stared into her glass before finishing it and filling it back up. She had sobered up considerably thanks to the leeching."The little one was put through the worst kind of hell before her mother pulled her out and took her home. It was short lived, however. Her master had followed them and he killed her mother. Shortly after, he beat her and set the house to burn. The girl barely got out with her mother's corpse. After a long healing period and a burial, the girl left town. You couldn't see the burns or the bruises, thanks to the conjurers. Her love and happiness was burned away in the fire, hardened and forged into hatred and revenge. She would see him pay for what he did, what he took from her." The black haired Miqo'te quickly swallows her glassful of liquor before pouring another, her eyes beginning to mist over."She spent a year finding him, training herself, nursing and nurturing her hate, preparing for what needed to be done. She made her way in under the guise of a servant girl, she was practically invisible and made her way to his quarters. He didn't recognize her. He probably thought she was just another slave, another piece of property to be used and thrown away..!" Luna began to shake, her ears flattened against her head and her tail stiffened. "She got close to him and put knives into his hands, pinning him to his seat."A small smile curls the corners of Luna's mouth. "From there I... I mean she... tortured him, slicing into him piece by piece, drinking in his pain and suffering. It was sweet... like honey. Once she had her fill, she took a step back and listened to him beg for his life. She cut him off and said her final words to him. 'She called me her little moon. She said the moon sang to her on the night of my birth. That's how I got my name, Luna. But right now.. that isn't my name. Right now... you can just call me... Dalamud. A tad dramatic, but rather fitting for the little moon that burns a bright hellish red, bringing destruction with her.' With that, she smiled, raised her hand and drew upon her aether just like the old thamaturge told her, bringing his boots to catch aflame. 'Now... feel the fire I've been tending. The fires... of hate.' She directed the flames up until it consumed him, his screams filling the room, the air thick with the stench of burning flesh and hair. Once it was done, she pulled her knives from his charred remains and ran out, killing any of the guards who stood in her way." The Miqo'te relaxed and put her arms on the table, peering across the table. "Does that answer your question?" She gives a smile and tilts her head slightly, framing her red eye with her hair.
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