I heard you… beckoning to monsters just so you would not be alone in the dark. You dread your innermost thoughts more than you fear your own demise. I wonder… would you accept my gift of silence?
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(Blood and Gore below - if triggered by such - read at your own risk)
What was laced in secrets was easily undone by those who knew the contents of the message. And in the case of Kelz'thalas, she recalled distinctly what this duskwhisper was all about.
Some moons ago, she had a little venture into the Ghostlands, drunk and driven by nothing other than spite. Not that anyone knew the wiser save for the demons that haunted her and the living alike. And she brazenly removed her gauntlet and slew the skin upon her hand to cast the droplets of crimson to bait the monsters in the dark.
What was more unsettling about this was that she had believed it didn't work - that her voice had fallen upon the silence of the unknown. But the price had been paid and with it, she regarded that she had held dear. With sober thoughts and her family within view, she wondered what they might think knowing the truth.
Would she be able to say goodbye?
Fingers curled tightly as the ancient magics at play held fast to her frame, reminding her of that commitment she needed to see through. She wasn't afraid for herself, but more what others might do in the wake of her demise.
The path she forged on was dark and that was not a responsibility she could ask her family to bare yet again. She could feel the Sorceress waiting for an answer, with patience likely thinning beyond the veil.
It was a courtesy call, but the oath was made. And she could feel the way her blood began to boil beneath her skin. She ducked into another room, seeking a way out of the estate so that her afflictions would not be visible for her family to bear witness to. Cuts started to appear along the surface of her wrists as blood eagerly dripped onto the floor in long-awaited dues.
Her body tumbled through an open window as she ran through the back courtyard. The guards that were on post or otherwise patrolling shifted from the sudden abruptness of the heir, some disappearing into the estate, while others pursued her to investigate the disturbance she was making.
"Stay back!"
She called as she could feel her heartbeat rising within her chest as her arms now fully began to turn red. Her skin was torn apart, like invisible seams that were being undone remotely. Knees buckled as she looked to the fence in the hopes of escape. But the macabre bloodshed would not be hidden.
The beating of wings could be heard as a thud was felt beside her. Words were spoken with urgency, seeking to rouse Kelz'thalas from the mental conversation she had yet to finish. The Sorceress continued to play with each string of her vitality, forcing blood to bubble up from her mouth as she coughed upon Kal'ren's chest. Her eyes opened to look at him as she took in his face once more, finding that the most peaceful image to be that of the lover that left her.
"Take care... of my family..." she said with her final breath, before her mind addressed that of the Sanguine Sorceress.
"I accept your gift of silence, you Conniving Bitch."
And with that her body exploded within Kal'ren's arms, showering him in the crimson blood she had so willingly spilt upon the alter. It now adorned him in her warmth, assuring that this sin would never be forgotten.
(( Thanks for the ask @sanguinesorceress - hope this is to your satisfaction for your games XD
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