Votrix

A Goddess who controls the flames of both hell and the heavens, the fires that burn through your skin and soul. Through her own sacrifice, for the good of her people, she earned her place among the Celestials.

Famine and drought had befallen her precious home. All around her, people would fall ill, everyone from the weakest elders, to the youngest children, to the strongest warriors. Nobody was an exception to the cruel death of starvation and thirst. More than half the population had fallen before the Grand Counsil of Elders finally made a decision on what to do.

Clearly, the god of the earth was upset with them. The only way they could think to rectify their mistakes was to offer a sacrifice worth more than everything else they could offer, combined. A human life, but not just any human; a mother. A woman carrying her child, two lives for the sake of an entire village; what could they do otherwise? They announced their decision to the clan.

Everyone was shocked. How could they give up not just one life, but two, and one of those lives being an infant no less? Silence filled the clearing until one brave woman stepped forward, her head held high, as she offered herself. Nobody moved, nobody spoke. Eventually, the elders agreed. She had been known to be expecting for two mooncycles already. Though she was one of the strongest survivors, she would be even more valuable in the eyes of the god of the earth.

She trekked up the mountain with only one guard to ensure she made it to the crater at the top, and to ensure she accepted her fate and didn't lose her nerve. She stood at the edge of the rock, looking down the cliff at the molten magma below her. Heat scalded her and sweat poured out of her skin. Finally, she closed her burning eyes, wished a silent prayer for her unborn child, and let herself fall forwards. She expected pain; instead, she felt nothing. She floated in a sea of nothingness until she felt a clawed hand take her own. She forced her eyes open to see a scarlet red Imperial standing over her, a cold and pained gentleness in his eyes.

He spoke in a soft voice that seemed to echo in her head.

"You have been very brave, Votrix, and your village thanks you for your sacrifice for their safety. Unfortunately, your loss has been in vain. There is no god who controls the rain or the growth of food. There is no god who cares for the earth." She was surprised by the lack of pity in his eyes.

"You're saying I died for no reason? I gave up my only child, and my only chance at life, for superstition?" She hissed. He lowered his head slightly.

"I'm afraid so. However, you have caught they eye of the true Goddess. Atia awaits, if you'd come with me," he responded. She glared at him but reluctantly followed him through the darkness.

She didn't even realize the world around her slowly began to form until she stood in a large open temple made of quartz. She looked around. Wispy clouds floated around a few feet below them, and through them she felt she could see the entire world. The temple stood in the center of three mountaintops, seeming to be floating between them.

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