She was to blame for her downfall, for her defeat against the pathetic Winter Goddess called Elysia. It was not that Elysia was stronger than she. No, quite the contrary. It was the simple matter that Sharay was a Goddess, an eternal immortal being who used a mortal woman’s body in order to regenerate her physical form once more. Sharay, though a fan of mortals for she found them quite entertaining with their bloodthirsty nature and their secret desire to be ruled by those far greater in power than they, for all mortals appealed to her, she simply did not understand their workings.
Mortals, especially humans, were fragile creatures that required immense upkeep in order for them to function and more importantly, live. Trivial matters such as sustenance in the forms of food and water, and rest to the body were unimportant to Sharay for she required none of them.
However, in the case of Deanna DiCorvino, her most Beloved of all who served her, Sharay though quite able to resurrect the woman, had forgotten the simple matter of upkeep on Deanna’s body. What caused Elysia to defeat the Goddess so easily was that Deanna’s mortal body was far too weak to withstand Elysia’s will, and that alone was Sharay’s fault. She had not cared for it properly, and it was only the brief moments that Elijah Bluefield had been considerate enough to supply her with a fresh kill from time to time, Sharay had not truly considered the idea of providing sustenance to her human host.
There was also the matter of Sharay’s own shortcomings when it came to human emotions. A Goddess that chose to inhabit a mortal human, especially a woman, had to expect some residual side effects to affect her own psyche such as emotions. Whether petty or virtuous, hate or love, emotions had no business in the body of a Goddess of Chaos and Death, for those two aspects should have been all she required to drive her. Those two aspects were what fashioned Sharay, what fueled her. What she felt for Elijah and Deanna, even Delorah, however brief and filled with condition, it was enough to aid in her downfall. Sharay inspired fear and lust, violence and terror, but none of those aspects were necessary for her existence. They were simply amusement for her own nefarious devices. To her great surprise, while co-existing with Deanna for that brief time, she had discovered that it was not fear that had lured the woman in her devotions to the Goddess, but love and loyalty. Deanna had come to her on her own free will, and that fact alone had managed to touch a small part of the Goddess.
In the end, all were Sharay’s undoing. She felt her own imprisonment in the soul snare doll, something eventually she could have broken free of, if not by her own hand then by that of Blend. That backstabbing bastard was a follower of Tempesturo, the useless God’s Champion of all things, but Blend understood and respected the powerful force that was Chaos, and in that, Sharay could have manipulated him eventually using Chaos as a lure. She had not counted, however, on the energetic force that was Valorius Malku.
Time and time again Valorius had struck against Sharay’s essence, but for no other purpose than to filter her until she was reduced to her raw, primitive and dark state. Her true state of being. Each moment was a piece of herself lost until finally she found herself imprisoned in the being of pure energy, the balance that was Valorious. Whatever purpose he had in doing so went without care, for Sharay now found herself in another predicament. This being could not be swayed, could not be tempted, for he represented the way. He was neither chaotic or righteous, neither good nor bad. He simply was, and it infuriated the Goddess.
Sharay was not without her own devices, and it took a microsecond to figure out that despite his nature, which could not be eradicated for energy merely changed form to adapt, but it was always present, his essence was encased in its own prison of sorts, his own shell. The physical form, Valorius’ shell, was able to be hurt, was able to be destroyed. Find the weakness, expose it for what it was, and use it to your advantage. That was how Sharay came up with the solution to her ‘problem’.
Neverending, relentless in her pursuit for release, Sharay began her attack instantly. She unleashed the full force of her hate, her contempt, her rage. Unleashed it upon Valorious so that he too could experience the Goddess’ power, power which she counted on consuming him. He would suffer as she was suffering to some level, and with that knowledge, Valorius would either do one of two things: He could either end his suffering by freeing her, or continue to maintain his purpose by containing Sharay for whatever reasoning he deemed justifiable, and slowly but surely, his body would eventually decompose and destroy itself.
There was another factor in the mix, that of Ameerah Sultan, the female counterpart of Valorius. One could not exist without the other, but there was something different about Ameerah.
Through Valorius, Sharay had deciphered Ameerah, and knew she was a being of Chaos as well. Perhaps not to the extent of Sharay, but the woman had understood the nature of it. She was passionate and fiery as Sharay had witnessed during the encounter with the lycans. She could not be sure regarding Valorious if the man (if he could be called that) could feel love or hate, but the woman…oh yes. She was quite capable, and if Sharay was correct in her thinking, would be in a volatile rage concerning the abusive treatment on her partner. Perhaps despite her own chaotic nature, it would be Ameerah who would impose her will upon her other half enough to convince him that his attempt in containing Sharay was futile and pointless. As it was, Sharay understood that Ameerah’s bloodlust would not be something she would withhold should Sharay manage escape. This fact was something Sharay savored.
Sharay continued her attacks, undaunted and entirely without mercy. Valorius endured.
The question was, for how long?
Posted: Sun Oct 14, 2012 8:39 pm