Mortals R Dum

Toxicity had carved sigils in everything she could reach. Her claws ached and occasionally bled, but still she carved. She wished they would reach her father or at least call upon Obi or... something! There was nothing she could do. She was just a dumb mortal. Or she was... trapped in a mortal vessel? Toxicity cursed under her breath. Her father's exact words were escaping her.

She tried to murmur as much of his sermons she remembered. Toxicity tried to repeat them word for word as much as she could. Sermon after sermon, lesson after lesson, she wouldn't let her father's words vanish. She wouldn't let his sigil be forgotten. She would keep him alive through his words and through his beliefs and, when she was strong enough to ascend to godhood, she would challenge the very god who took him away from her.

// Cue the mad muttering and carving things into the ground.