Saint Liddell

Hatred. Homicidal Rage. Anger. Disgust. Jealousy. Envy. Mistrust. Saint Liddell had experienced so many of the negative emotions over the centuries she lived, abandoned by everyone, including the Gods. But for the first time in decades, she couldn't feel Eigengrau's omnipresence. Where was she?

"Hello, Amaranth." James said, as he floated in a black void, across from Liddell's pulsating soul. "My name is Professor James Hargrave."

"What do you want?" She asked, her voice full of venom. "Another favoured of the Gods come to mock Liddell the Abandoned?"

"Far from it." James said, keeping his thoughts to himself. "I've a question for you. Did you ever regret it?"

"Regret what?"

"Unleashing that plague on Port Nautitus, in the year 820." James answered.

Liddell wasn't sure what to think. Not once had anybody ever asked her about that. Not that they could have, it hadn't happened yet. Which means now it had. She sat in silence for long minutes, thinking of that day. That's when she realized something.

"If you're asking me about that it's just happened, hasn't it?" She asked. James nodded, and so she continued. "I remember that day with perfect clarity. It was the day my entire life went to shit. So what do you want, kid?"

"You don't actually hate Eigengrau do you?" James asked, which prompted an immediate reaction.

"Of course I fucking hate her!" Liddell shouted. "For what she represents!"

"But what about as a person?" James asked, cutting her off.

"I... No." Liddell admitted. "She's as much of a slave to her station as any mortal."

"I thought so." James said. "What's this about is Eigengrau's sorrow at what she's about to do to you."

Liddell started laughing, as her soul started to remould itself, the laughter starting to echo until she resembled Major Amy Waters, but far older. Shaking her head, she grinned broadly.

"I did it to myself." Liddell said with a maniacal grin. "I understand now, the lattices in my mind have cleared. Let's go."