Born in a smaller village at the fringes of the empire, Molven's life was always ruled by dogma and dicipline. Up early in the morning. Do your morning exercises. Breakfast. Combat training. Sermon dedicated to the divine. Dinner. Mental training. A short prayer. A all around pass to train everything. Supper. Bathtime, and then a few hours of free time until it was time for sleep.
Day in, day out, year after year, this was Molven's life. Part from the few times when she was "sold" for a mission. Sold, as in hired for a mission, be it assassination, as a fighter or as muscle for some merchant. It did not matter to Molven, as long as someone died, it did not matter. As long as someone died, her diety would be happy. They were a cult of slayers, killers of the best kind. Assassins, cutthroats, murderers. That was what they were. They never slew one of their own though. If you were not fit for duty, there was always other things to do, like farming.
Molven however, was one of those that served the god, a god of war and murder. The cauldron had to be filled, filled with blood, the blood of the slain. Every month, it had to be filled, and every month it was filled. The cauldron was a strange artifact. Everyone had given up some of their blood to the cauldron at a young age, and the cauldron remembered. It remembered those whom had given blood, and every time they shed blood, the cauldron was filled up with the blood of the slain.
The cauldron also held a promise. As long as it was filled up each month, those whom gave blood would have eternal beauty. Their looks would always be preserved after reaching maturity, and even enhanced.
All of this changed one day. It had started just like any other day. Molven was doing her combat exercies when a comet roared past. She looked up and saw it pass. She thought nothing more of it until there was a massive impact. an impact that shook the world. Her world turned red, blood red, and dark.
She opened her eyes and found herself in a pool of blood. She looked around for the source of the blood and found it to be her family's. Molven shrieked and rushed outside to find her family's killer, but all she found outside was death. Her entire village lay dead by the sword. They had slaughtered each other, not a single person was alive.
Her head throbbed and she saw flashbacks. Her swords had slain multiple people here, a bestial howl on her lips as she had done so, a mad laughter. The world returned and she stumbled towards the cauldron. It was overflowing with blood. She had another flashback. She had slain two Dark Varyan which were trying to kill a third one before Molven had slain the third as well.
The world returned once again and Molven's head spun and she fell. She fell down some steps into a chamber. A chamber she could had sworn did not exist before. She slowly stood up and looked around. Blood was pooling onto the floor, running down from the entrance. She found the chamber to be a shrine. There were murials everywhere. They dipicted the charniage that had happened on the surface, they depicted the comet and it's impact.
Molven had another flashback. A flashback of her slaughtering her family, her friends and her fiancé. It had only been a political engagement, so she couldn't care less there, but she had slain her own family. A laughter echoed in the shrine, it was Molven's. She walked to the centre of the chamber and found an armour and a set of two identical swords there. She read the words etched into the podium. "For the one that survives. For the chosen of the bloody handed god. For the last surviving slayer," Molven read aloud.
She looked around one final time. Everything that had happened this night had been depicted on the murials in the shrine. A voice suddenly spoke to her. She quickly looked around, the chamber was empty. "You," it said. "Molven, my chosen champion," it continued as Molven found the sound coming from a statue. "Don this armour and take the blades, because they are sacred artifacts of mine. Take them, and ride out into the world and find the comet that struck the ground. Obey my divine command, oh champion of mine."
Molven had so much to ask, but the voice remained quiet after it had issued it's command, no matter how much she tried to talk to it. She slowly went into action, stripping down and started donning the armour that was on the podium, her eyes crazed. After she had put on the armour, she grabbed the blades and attached them to the back of her armour in the sheath that were there.
With a crazed expression, all the memories from last night flooding back to her, she laughed as she acended the steps. As if guided by a divine hand, she acended the steps to the
https://fc00.deviantart.net/fs14/f/20...by_spyders.jpg and walked into it, bathing her entire form and the armour and the swords in the blood of the vanquished before exiting the cauldron and left the village, in search for the holy comet.
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