Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-27025277-20160728174843/@comment-25073873-20160809041906

Lyrissa sighed, as she practiced with a set of golden and black shurikens, throwing them at a wall in front of her, a distance away. When she expended them, she simply returned them to her Auroran Armory and summoned them to her hands again Throwing metal shurikens into a ship's wooden walls probably wasn't the best idea, but she was bored, and she kept thinking about her old life if she didn't find some way to occupy herself. Not like she was aiming at the hull or the mast anyway.

Still, Lyrissa thought back to those days where she didn't hate mortals so much, before her 250th birthday. She had known a young light mage, who protected her when she had arrived a long time ago from the advances of multiple bandits, defenceless because she lacked any artifacts, and weak because she had just arrived in badly timed planeswalk, which injured her. Lyrissa noted the generosity of the man who had saved her. At that time, he was but a boy, weak, defenceless, starting on the path to learn the skills of a Templar. She had known nothing about him then.

Lyrissa herself didn't have the ability to expend her magicka as spells, but it wasn't that she never learned anything to do with her family's magical powers. She tutored her benefactor as he helped her back on the way to recovery, and his power grew higher and higher under her tutelage - Lyrissa had not taught him any spells, but rather the underlying concepts of creating and controlling electromagnetic radiation, the same skill her sister Eirana used.

Lyrissa knew her benefactor himself was destined to be a powerful magus - she could read his magicka aura with clarity, which meant he had a lot of magicka to give. The boy grew older, stronger, and Lyrissa realized one thing: He was aging, which meant eventually, he would pass his prime and age, dying. That, and she realized she felt something for him. Instead of the disdain she felt for normal, weak mortals, that feeling was different. Different because the man who was once her student was now a powerful light manipulator, and had a purity of spirit she didn't normally see in a mortal.

Lyrissa had decided to do something forbidden. She granted her student the forbidden power of the Throne of Light, by teaching him the spell needed. A spell that granted incredible healing ability to the user, used for themself or on others. A magic form only she, Eiriana and Levith were permitted to wield, given freely to a mortal, because Lyrissa was blinded by love. Lyrissa knew she could be punished, and she knew she had made a mistake, even if the one she loved became immortal.

They lived together for a moment, until both Eirana and Levith had appeared to terminate the man who had learned the forbidden skill, as commanded by their grandmother. They fought a battle, but Lyrissa and the one she loved were at a disadvantage, for she had forsaken the collection of artifacts for love, making her power levels equivalent to a common mortal, rather than the powerful daedra she was meant to be. It was impossible for a mortal light mage to defeat a daedric one, and Eirana and Levith together defeated Lyrissa and her lover.

Instead of fighting on, Lyrissa's lover decided one thing which would ensure that Lyrissa herself would live - he commited suicide to ensure the Throne of Light was not in any mortal hands - he had not recorded any details of it anywhere, and even if he wanted, he couldn't. Eirana had taken her back to Oblivion, and it was there that Lyrissa cruelly used her entire armory to fire upon her own sister, which destroyed Eiriana's ability to walk properly, and still left many scars on Eiriana's body.

Lyrissa had her knowledge of the Throne of Light destroyed, making her unable to work the spell or teach it to others. And so from that day on, she didn't just regret being born as a daedra, she regretted her own selfishness to not let the one she loved pass on naturally. She hated him for simply killing himself the moment he knew it was the only resolution. It deepened her hatred for mortals, because even the one she loved the most, whom she sacrificed so much for, in the end he was but another weakling who chose to run away like any other mortal she knew - suicide was a cowardly escape after all.

Lyrissa had never found fault with herself, even if it was obvious all her misfortune was caused by her own selfishness and foolishness. She had blamed everyone around her, disregarding the fact she was the one who broke all the rules. And so Lyrissa told herself she would never trust, or love a mortal again. And she stopped smiling. Even time never healed her sense of betrayal by the one she trusted the most. Betrayal that was in her mind, because she never considered any other possibilities the actions of everyone else around her reflected.

(Ah well, might read as a bit fucked up. But Lyrissa herself isn' the most "normal" person who has "normal" thinking")