Alistair is just TRASH

"I knew Alistair. I knew him...very well. He used to be my partner in slaying demons. I was an ordinary dweller of my peaceful hamlet - peaceful yet always disturbed by immoral spirits lurking everywhere. Until I met this well-known rescuer. He carried a couple of strong and potent weapons..though he had a very special weapon that was useless with him, but still carried it anyways. The long-bladed weapon had been silent and unusable for the past 17 years of his existence...until my path intersected with Alistair's. He said that the moment he saw me, this spear weapon of his glowed...eerily. One time he took me to one of those demon-slaying nights of his. My emotions had been rampant and uncontrolled upon the live clash that was happening before my eyes...and his spear was of power for the very first time. Alistair's face was of sheer pleasure and enjoyed beating the demon with the spear.

The spear worked because of my presence. This was because I carried a precious jewel...a gem. I didn't just carry it. It was jammed in my flesh, since birth. This jewel was called The Virgin Paragon. It had been in my body...inside my chest. I never knew who my parents were. But they said I carried the blood of untouched power that could exterminate every force of evil; said I was born to save my hamlet. This explained why I had been able to protect my townspeople, in this most peculiar manner no ordinary human being is capable of. It's the Paragon. The Virgin Paragon in my body.

Alistair said he needed me. He needed me by his side. His spear was calling for the Paragon snowed under my flesh, in my chest. I agreed. We were powerful together. Slaying demons, night and day. The spear and the Paragon always in brilliant teamwork, worked in solidarity all the time. Our hamlet couldn't have been more peaceful. We had the happiest village.

Then came the day I didn't think was ever possible. The day where all vows were broken; where promises had forsworn me. Showing his true colors...one unnerving night - the most sinister night of my life...

Alistair's spear caught me offguard, driving into my chest, piercing me against an abandoned manor. The spear began consuming the power of my Paragon, feeding on my chest..devouring my heart. I was crying. I was screaming..all in pain - both physical and emotional. 'Til I was drained. The Paragon was gone from my chest...replaced with perpetual anguish. An undying misery. It felt so abnormal and different with nothing inside my chest but a haunting dent in it; left by Alistair. Since then, I became the Misery Priestess. I am the spiritual leader of misery, I preach it. I live in a world where no one appreciates me. I live in a world where no one appreciates me. I live in a world where misery is the main source of power...as I let it devour the depth of my spirit, I unleash insurrection and feel all powerful. It surely is a dark world for me. My future's looking even bleaker.

Was not sure what to feel upon hearing about the destruction of Alistair. Was still sorta woeful for it, but I absolutely feel that he deserved it.

Well well, Mr. Marksman, it's nice meeting you. It had been such a weightily profound meeting for us two."


The Misery Priestess shot a perfunctory smile - one that can be easily clearly understood as a misery-smile; only she does this. She stood, her dark eyes glued to the Marksman who remained sitting on the ground. She then looked away and looked far-afield as the cool night air whooshed, serving as a gentle breeze penetrating their skins, blowing through her jet-black hair - which was about to change into a fiery red mop, as her eyes were about to transform in an amber glow in simultaneity - this was the cue. The Misery Priestess: In Action.