Post by Memento Mori on Mar 25, 2022 17:15:32 GMT
"Child that was not two questions. I believe I can answer some things though all the same." Moments ago Nirvana would have been furious to not have been successful against the witch. Right now however her mind was clear, and so she spoke. That said her head would turn to follow the witch. Nirvana though speaking to Kore in front of her would twist her head around to look at Silvaria. A hundred eighty degree turn, an owl like motion that would have snapped the neck if human. "You know who made me this. You know this gem isn't mine. I'd hesitate to even call it a philately, at least not in the conventional sense."
"The heart used for me wasn't as recent as closeted corpse. No it was James...and to think now he's nothing because of me." A pain was there in her voice. Nirvana was. Witch but this kind of magic these types of uses they were not her ways.
It was impossible for brows of a skull to furrow. Way the head tilted in the light however seemed to almost suggest they did however. "You shouldn't want this. But if you do the basement is your best bet not this one. I'm nothing when this leaves, what sums up me fades to leak out her." There was a clattering sound as metal fell from her face blades set free. A sound of cracking and squelching as bone and body pulled back together. The ominous red light was fading and with it consciousness in a more true sense. "Each gem is a piece of her yes, destroying them all could destroy her. But destroying them also unbinds her..."
The traditional phylactery bound a lich to that plane of existence. It was a form of stasis that allowed an escape from death. However it was clear Isabella had died, whatever her scheme was she had many a phylactery in place yet went to hell. One might say the Necromancer wanted a more true undead or to instead be death.
Control was gone though and now the witchly ghost was back to a servant. A defender of home and a source for a barely defined sickly magic. Lightning crackles from her form looking to shock the ladies. Bolts of electricity that were as swift as they were deadly. "So end me! Or die by me! Either helps!" Perhaps one might notice though there was no defense. Intention aside, Nirvana herself just wanted to end. Concluding she might never see her youngest daughter come back a true end sounded good. No longer existing in any context was better then serving Sugar Skull.