The Journal of a Liar - Valette Montelione / Naroa DeGray (Deceased)

[Whatever]

2021

More and more my thoughts dwell towards what comes after all of this. My wanderings have been stalled, for the time being. I have obligations to see through. For even a bird must tend to its nest. These restless nights have given me things to consider. I may finally be free from Aphros's influence, but in death I question my fate. To be dragged to the precipice of Helheim and judged by a god I do not devote myself to would seem an unfortunate possibility. I largely consider Athelios to be an uncaring figure who delegates responsibilities that are beneath his notice. Yet, in some ways, I can feel his tug on my soul. I am bound to him in ways I do not fully understand. I dislike the thought of any controlling my fate, let alone something I have tried to reject.

I have possibilities available to me. Some less desirable than others. I do not wish to have my soul bound. I consider that to be an offence against my past lives. I would not be securing my continuance, but rather the enslavement of parts of myself I cannot lay claim to. No, I must think of this objectively. Even a bound soul may be released, in time. In such an event they will be dragged back to where they were stolen from. My only salvation can come in another form. If I am to ensure my safety from the Citadel on the edge, then I must be untethered from Athelios himself.

By whatever means, I must scrub this faceless curse from my soul.