Rise from Ruin

Created? by magic? Her lips purse a little at the thought, quickly coming to the conclusion that yes, Caido’s Ascendants are also created by magic, though theirs is far more of a transformation than anything else. A taking and a giving. A trade, a curse, a promise of more with time and strength. For this, she is bound to the New Gods, though she hardly gives them a thought in her everyday life - not until it’s time to replenish herself, that is. It’s not the most holy or thankful or lives, but she imagines that the New Gods will take any convert they can get right now. Her eyes rise from her thoughts of what a dreadful existence he must have had in the previous world - wherever that was - coming to meet his. A survivor. Like her. “We choose to transform into this. The New Gods give it to whoever wants it, in exchange for a life-long reliance on them for energy and existence.” She shrugs. It really was an easy choice, once she had no one left. “But We are few and far between. Many think us monsters, evil, unnatural...” The corner of her mouth twitches. The poor, poor mortals… they haven’t a clue what they’re missing. And Wessex will never tell them. She imagines Archebold won’t either. If he's anything like her, he's a got a selfish streak a mile wide. WESSEX She whispered back, I am the storm