As the necrotic energy filled her body, so she understood at that moment, a curse was bestowed onto her… onto you…
What happens next it’s to be believed in parts… but I had the chance of speaking with one of the surviving clerics that where present that day… my mentor, and as unbelievable as it might seem, I do believe him.
A shadow figure materialized from nowhere, wearing but a blue cape and long black hair, with a wave from her hand the demon disappeared from the crystal, like swallowed trough a portal to hell itself.
“Your son’s fate is to die on birth… that’s the result of the course of the demon”
“No, I refuse to accept that fate for him… I can’t”
“You rebel against your faith!? …”
“Please, I beg of you my queen, all I ask is for him to have an opportunity to live his life, and die like the rest of us have had…”
“Are you aware of the magnitude of your request?”
“Completely my queen”
“Then so be it…”
As the figure disappeared, a cry was heard filling the silent ruins of the run, a newborn child’s. And at the same time, your mother exhaled in a smile her last breath.
I wish this tragedy ended here my beloved son… but I’m afraid there is yet, more to it…
As Gostrios was sent back to hell, he regained communication with Enesstrere, which was about to kill your father, stopped.
A portal was opened then, at your wounded fathers feet’s, those few survivors say trough it you could see the very hell, and Gostrios waiting on the other side… Enesstrere and your father went through it and we thought he was dead… oh if only!
