The Plague takes her role as a killer in the realm far more seriously than most. She views the Entity as a deity: one who watched over her in life, protected both her and her people, and expects her servitude for eternity. With such devotion, and the power gifted to her by Erra, god of mayhem and pestilence, Adiris is a ruthless and effective killer who offers the survivors no mercy. Still, mistakes happen, but a trial without sacrifice is unacceptable.
Desperation fuels her final moments. As the world around her cracks and hums with the approaching collapse, Adiris is left with no blood to spill and no offering to give her savior. The Entity hungers, and the priestess has failed. All she has left is swirling thoughts of doubt and despair.
Back at the Temple of Purgation, Adiris kneels at the center altar. Rain drips from the open spire, coating her blistering skin in a subtle sheen. With the chain of her censer wound tightly around her arm, Adiris utters a prayer. It's both an apology and a plea for forgiveness.
With not a single moment wasted, Adiris hoists her weapon high and brings it down against her back. She curls in on herself, whincing at the pain but refusing to shed a tear. She'll repeat the motion. Bludgeoning her back again and again and again until she loses the strength to lift her arm.
The censer sways in Adiris' loose grip. Blood drips from the gold casting, joining the rest in a puddle at her feet. The night air stings her shredded flesh, yet it hardly cools her body from the hot liquid that soaks her skin and robes in crimson. She'll join in the rhythmic movement of her censer, shifting her weight from one leg to the other in a futile attempt to stay balanced. With spotty vision and wavering support, it's only a matter of time before she crumbles. With a splash, Adiris' body hits the altar. The loud clatter from her censer echoes off the empty stone walls, leaving a deafening silence in its wake. The Entity will have blood one way or another.
Bonus: Talbot's Reaction
Talbot is well aware of his lover's practices, but he isn't fond of them. It hurts to watch his love tear herself apart, both mentally and physically, over something--and someone--he views as beneathe them. He wouldn't say any of this to her--it would only upset her more--but he wishes she'd stop.
He'll help in subtle ways. Whether that be cleaning the altar, dressing her wounds once she regenerates, or by reassuring her through words at her bedside. Adiris' loyalty, however misplaced it may be, is one of the things Talbot admires most about her. When he tells her that no one in the fog makes the Entity as happy as she does, he means it. He might slip in a few suggestions, hoping that he can boost her ego enough to get her to stop this habit. At the end of the day, he'll be there to support her when she falls, no matter what.
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