Adiris — The Plague

A woman was seen, praying on her knees in an albeit language that sounded like ancient Sumerian or Akkadian of some sort. It was low but somehow heard clearly. Though, it was hard to understand since it was such a foreign speech.

Her hands were clamped together as she kneeled at a fountain that was spewing black ink-like water. A red aura was coming from the head of the fountain, it was visible as you stared at it.

It seemed the woman was dressed in a white but dirty long, silky, Babylonian robe that showed her hips and a little side of her chest, bandages were hung loosely but somewhat tightly on her sides.

A golden profane censor was hung on the side of the dark stone fountain, it radiated the pure smell of a garden. A sacred crown that was also golden was worn on her head, she slowly stopped her prayer and stood up.

She was awfully tall, and the moment she turned her head was the moment you could see the half of her face. It looked rotten and decayed; even her right upper thigh had rotten tissue around her legs.

She looked like a zombie, yet a Goddess. She stared at you through her very light blue eyes that looked somewhat white, she spoke in clear English.

“Who are you?” her voice sounded soft but powerful, her fingers had golden nail claws with rubies encrusted around them, she clearly was a higher being, like she was royalty; but who was she really?