Well you’ve already met Via and Perra, the protagonists of my planned story, now meet the villain: Aiara (pronounced eye-are-a). Backstory, as usual, under the read more.
For hundreds of years Aiara languished at her menial post on Ravnica. Oh it looked very posh an respectable. Many of the guildless or lower in the Orzhov Hierarchy would have given anything for it. But, to her, it was nothing more than the most trivial of tasks. She oversaw debtor spirits for the Oligarchs. She ensured their continued service when their masters could not. When her masters could not. The thought had always chafed. She knew she was capable of more, practically destined for more, but operating this far up in the ranks meant any false move could draw the ire of the Obzedat, and nobody wanted that.
It was a far cry from her time in the Legion, where action and frankness had never been in short supply, but if she were to choose again she would still take the church over the legion. At least here those in power were honest in their cruel intent. At least here there were no pretenses to justice or purity.
But unlike her other sisters that had joined her here, she was not content to find her own place and stay in it. She was ambitious, she wanted more. The only question was how she could get it.
The answer came one day in the form of a very strange man. Aiara never bothered to remember his name, but she would never forget him entirely. He simply appeared before her one day, as if from thin air, bleeding and gasping for air. As an angel it was certainly within her power to heal the man, but before she did she extracted from him every piece of information she could.
The man, he’d said, was a planeswalker. A mage capable of travel between many worlds using the power of an inborn spark. Seeing an opportunity like no other, she’d next forced him to reveal that these sparks could be transferred from one host to another.
It was like nothing she had ever dreamed. She could travel to another world, perhaps many worlds, and carve out power for herself. She could finally rise above the mediocrity in which she was trapped here.
Aiara healed the planeswalker, but only after binding him in a contract that once she did, he would surrender his spark to her. This done, she left the now worthless man to his fate and strode out into the blind eternities.
Since that day Aiara has traveled to many worlds, each time establishing a base of power and worshipers utterly devoted to her service. She travels often between these places or to new planes, seeking yet more power and worship. She has at last, she thinks, found her calling. It is good to be a goddess.
