The young girl's eyes widened and she gasped aloud as an icy cold shot in to her hand and up her arm. Diarah had the unfortunate luck to be gazing at her arm at the time of the absorbing and so was witness to the tendrils of utter black shooting up her arm in a spiderweb of veins and arteries. The sight terrified her; truly terrified her, but at the same time intrigued her, which, combined created a look on her face that bespoke a petrified curiousity; a kind of twisted interest in what was happening to her body that could only shout "sadistic! Masochistic!" The young girl's eyes followed the lightning-quick spread of blackness with dead-on precision up until she could no longer observe it.<br/><br/>The icy cold that spread through Diarah's arm with the corruption was just as curious to the girl. It was an odd cold. It hurt blindingly for a moment, then the skin went numb. The strange thing was the pain never lessened for an instant. As her eyes tracked the corruption, Diarah used her sense of feeling to track the numbness. In mere seconds her whole arm was numb, and it felt to her as if she had no arm, but still felt an immense pain extending from her shoulder and down her arm - that<i>felt</i>as if it didn't exist - all the same.<br/><br/>When her vision went black, all curiousity and interest disappeared.<i>I've been blinded. I knew I never should have trusted this man; I knew it right from the moment I saw him. He's out to kill me for aiding in the destruction of his beast!</i>Hysterical thoughts flew through the young woman's mind in the small instant it took for the corruption to turn from blackness to something else. What felt like worms crawling through Diarah's mind left her feeling strange, as if she was being tethered to something. Suddenly she understood.<i>This</i>was her calling.<i>This</i>was what she had been born for. As the worms connected stray thoughts and images being implanted in her mind, Diarah felt content; the panic and fear had faded, and her own madness was being joined by another. Her own knowledge and hatred for the world was being linked to another's.<br/><br/>When the walls of her room began to rot away, crumbling as if turned suddenly to ash, Diarah had known it would happen. And as yet more of the world dissolved and disappeared, a joy spread through her. Happiness blossomed in the pit of her soul; from the deepest, darkest corners of this young girl's soul, happiness - true happiness - was found for the first time since leaving Westfall. Then, when silence fell, Diarah somehow knew that all those creatures in all those worlds had felt a pain beyond imagining; a pain not even she could currently create, but she also knew she was somehow the cause of this pain. This too made her gleeful. The very fabric of the universe; the very fabric of reality itself started to unknit itself, and very soon nothing remained. A blackness reigned eternal. As it would forever more.<br/><br/>When the girl's eyes fluttered open, the happiness she had experienced left her. Her room still existed, and so too the world. Somehow she had known what she had seen was not reality, but it had pleased her so to deny this fact and indulge in the vision. For one moment that felt like an eternity, the world, the very universe, had felt the pain and suffering she went through every day of her life. She had been content, but that had been ripped from her. Again. An anger; a fury, deeper than words or emotions could possibly express built up within the confines of Diarah's black soul. That same hatred and darkness that had found fertile soil in her shredded heart, in her sundered soul on that fateful day was born again.<br/><br/>Then she felt something odd. As if another presence was entrenched within her mind. This fact did not anger the young girl - the young woman - as it once would have. Knowing another resided in her mind - one that knew and could relate to what she experienced every day - brought a sort of comfort Diarah never expected to feel. She innately knew, but was not sure how, that this presence was the same man she had glimpsed during the fight with that powerful void beast that had sought to tear her to pieces.<br/><br/>And this feeling of power? Of complete and utter control over reality? She would explore it shortly...<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>