You Want A Revelation, You Want To Get It Right

It took awhile for the memories to return in full. The nameless face floated in the back of her mind, the feeling of the teeth around her neck, sinking into her flesh spurred her on to find her killer. Gossamer Fatalis. Pyralis grinned. While she was not enthused at all to become a ghost when she was promised some sort of ascension she had to admit she was proud of the girl. Thirteen years of wrecking havoc and that girl was the one that had done her in. They had a connection now. She could feel it. That connection drew her northward to the falls and she felt the strange rush of movement now as a ghost. It felt like she was flying across the land, being pulled where her mind desired and soon she was there. Gossamer was drinking from the pool and Pyralis stepped from the shadows, golden eyes glowing. "Hello, my darling."