She breathed heavily, dark laughter bubbling up from her throat like the madness of the gods themselves, through the haze she could see the bodies, piles of them.
Foes, friends, it was all the same to her now. She chuckled and moved back towards the glowing circle from which issued the voice. The voice seemed pleased, she was strong enough to pass its test, to kill without hesitation, discard her allies for her own profit, take what was hers by right of her dark lineage.
Her laughter continued as she pillaged the dead and dragged the corpse of her ally back up towards the light. His death was the greatest blessing to her and it would ease the web of deception she wove about herself.
She stepped out into the light, folding it around herself and pretending that it filled her, pretending well enough to fool the fallen into believing her a saviour rather than the engine of their own fall.
Inside her mind she was still laughing, it echoed from the depths of her soul and through her tainted blood. Life was so good, so simple... The power of the dark was hers!
