The Demon Queen Nefeira had not a soul to her own, no one that could please her ever changing whims. Time and time men had tried and failed, leaving her feeling more incomplete each time. Others of this world had those devoted to them why not her? It was in that question she found her answer, she needed someone who was completely hers, she needed to create and bind a life to her own. Years passed in failure and it seemed she would never successes in creating her match.
13 long years and it had come to this. The Tear of Lypheo, the Elixir of Life, and the corpse of a fallen warrior. The candles placed she starts drawing her circle of summons under the blood moon speaking the twisted words of her dark wishes she starts her ritual.
Pouring all her energy into the Crystal she begs for it to grant her lover life as the ground trembles around her. In vain she cries out and finally the vile of Life shatters covering the area in a thick gray smoke. As it rises she looks upon the living breathing body of her lover, his expression showing his true feelings of longing to return to his grave and his peaceful rest but he was under her control. Till death do them part, the curse would never lift.
*¨`·.Wicked.·`¨*
