The first mark of War; Dis-banning dispute

She breathed in heavily the scent of smoke and ash but even as she did she felt like she could feel Archon beside her. His scent filled her nostrils, she felt the heat of him at her side, and the feeling of his breath on her nose. When she opened her eyes she was almost disappointed he was not there. Her heart again ached for her lost husband, but here she was. The shrine was hers and through her.. his.

Deathbelle threw back her head and let out a long and sorrowful howl. She was claiming the shrine in the name of Klein and Abraxas. After all of her loss and the pain she endured the last year: here was a victory she could take heart in. Again she called out, crying up to the heavens and the afterlife that this was claimed in the name of Archon Abraxas.

She lowered her features and took another breath before allowing a long moment of silence to fall over her. She felt like a bit of weight was lifted from her heavily laden shoulders. Spring was coming, and renewal was nigh. Deathbelle turned back to Sirius, and she wished for just a moment that she could seek out comfort from him then.

”Show me the new Ashen Empire, my Warlord.“ She offered with tears in her eyes and heavy emotion in her voice. Her sense of pride making attempt to overwhelm her sorrow.