#verse: helladir

[elains]

oc edits ◇ almenys astraithem, the first empress of arthasen

“You asthvárians bow before the altars of the bones and ask your peerless empress for peace and good fortune, as if she were some merciful, gentle god. We know better. We remember. Almenys Astraithem was a Princess among devils, and hers is an empire of liars.”

[starlitwritings]

the helladir chronicles deities  ◇  herderäye, goddess of despair, hatred and vengeance

“Hope is dead. They murdered her in the Steps of Salvation, when a capricious King denied a desperate plea for justice. Hope is dead, Mercy with it, and Vengeance and Hatred have risen from her ruins. The Gods betrayed Laenalith— and she betrayed the world in turn. The Abyss has been breached, the skies are bleeding, and the world cries for salvation from the Unholy Host, but the Traitor has no mercy left in her to give.“

[elains]

oc moodboards  ◇  herja dhyrjëlm, the she-wolf of arthasen

“This isn’t you, daughter mine.”  So quiet was her father’s whisper that it almost drowned in the stillness of her childhood home. He was a figure from legends and myths, larger than life and older than this age, who had aided heroes and was a hero himself in turn. 

 Yet, right then, Berethnar Dhyrjëlm was no peerless craftsman blessed by the gods, nor one of the Immortals who defeated the Dark King. He was just a man, old and desperate, seeing his only child slipping away and grasping helplessly at a distant hope.

"This is me, Papa," Herja answered coldly, tightening her grip on the sword he’d lovingly made for her upon her marriage. "It always has been. You were just too busy looking the other way to notice it."