Sywen Sar'Nav'ell
My story begins with my birth. I have no knowledge of my origin, and my first clear memory is that of a child's. I remember looking up innocently at a rogue with smiling green eyes as he approached me. He had a pretty spider-hilted dagger that flashed when he walked and I remember wanting it more than anything. He laughed and said maybe if I gave him what he desired, I could have it. They found him later, with his heart cut out and eyes gouged. I was only 100 years old, and did not know better but to give him a quick death.
I grew up afterward quickly, with no one, and that suited me well. I always shirked away from those who offered kindness, for no sane person will offer something for nothing. Those who persisted to do so became my prey. I sought to eradicate those who offered any kind of light or hope into my dark world. I did not know what possessed me so much to this cause, but I soon learned to harness it into a force that no longer consumed me, but drove me to attain my goals at any cost. I realized that simple slaying is not enough. Death is sweetest when others do not expect itso I became a lover to those who could afford it. At the apex of the moment, they would not feel my soft lips against their skin, but my dagger sliding across their throat. Pleasure and pain. Nothing to me was more sweeter than seeing the lust, rage, and fear in their eyes all at the same time.
This gave me satisfaction for a while. It wasn't until I found the Goddess Lloth that I realized my true meaning, and hat is to serve her totally with brethren, with those who have the same...ideals...as I. I recognize you as a powerful force and I would serve with my life, my soul, and my mind. May the light take me if my loyalty ever wavers.
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