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Inside a small Connloathian home, a soldier involved in the war sat down in a chair by the fireplace to relax after a long, hard day of work. Drinking a cup of tea, he set it down and let the crackle of the flames lull him to sleep. His patrol that day had been more trying than usual as he had had to help restrain a captured mage with the help of some Mordecai with him. Normally his tasks did not include taking marked mages to the mage camps but rather patrolling the borders of the duchy in which he lived in. The mage however had gone completely berserk, trying to grab the sword by his side and swing it at him in retaliation.
In order to save his skin, he had tackled the wanted criminal to the ground while the Mordecai had decided to take matters into their own hands, and one of them had promptly cleaved the man's head off, the sword clattering to the ground. It was a horrible thing to be sure, and not for the first time he wondered if they could have handled it better than what they did. The two Mordecai, one man and one woman, seemed to disagree with him saying it had been necessary. Still, he wondered.
Unknown to all three a presence lingered nearby, hidden both by trees and her own incorporealness. Pepper had seen the death of an innocent and those three in her eyes were to blame. No matter if they felt remorse or not. Remorse would not bring the dead back. Pepper knew that all too well. For she herself was dead, and had been such for as long as she could really remember. Her life before was nothing but a blur, a haze through which only vague glimpses of images and sensations would pierce through the void in which her existence resided in. Nothing concrete or really clear stuck out. Except her death that was. A fiery death it had been. And now Pepper wanted revenge on whoever she could find, ones who took lives without mercy. Without any shred of compassion. To her, this man and the two Mordecai fit that bill, the latter she had already dealt with.
The strange thing was her spectral blade she had used to kill them did more than just kill them. It literally sucked their souls
inside of it, trapping them for all eternity in the cold metal born of the grave itself. It had never done that before, and Pepper wondered why. Still, she didn't let that stop her from doing what she wanted. Perhaps it was an apt punishment for them. Never finding rest, never going through the gate of the dead to the afterlife. Now, Pepper had one more victim to off.
As the man began to drift off, the ghost chose that moment to walk through the walls of his home and say his name in an eerie whisper. "Laaaaaaaarrrrrry." she intoned out in her ghostly voice.
Larry startled awake and looked around, heart beating in his chest as he searched for the source of the disturbance. His blue eyes soon landing on the ghost's orange blazing ones. And the man let out a blood-curdling scream at the grisly sight which met his vision. A blackened and burnt figure in the shape of a girl wearing a tattered blue nightdress stood there, holding a blade not of this world. The last thing he saw before he too was killed was the ghost floating over to him with a speed he didn't think possible, her blade piercing deep into his heart. After that was only darkness. And despair.
Another soul captured inside her ghostly blade. An anomaly for sure.
