The Elabrynth has a monarchy. An upper class monarchy of great nobles ruled by a king and queen who are just as shallow as their walls are made of glass. Crystal actually, but few are ever permitted inside the Elabrynth's core to traverse the majestic walls and floors of the greatest dwelling ever known to humankind. One can only speculate as to the amount of vast and overflowing wealth and riches carried about in this; the Elabrynth's castle.
Yet the order tire of this game and the dank corridors in which they hide, yearning for the vast riches of the monarchy themselves. They commissioned the structure to be built, so they are far more aware of ways to breach the castle's defenses and show their knowledge of one young woman. She was ripped from her slaughtered mother's womb, raised in the darkness and taught to be the assassin that she was meant to be. It was all a part of the plan. The curse of Atrlu Km, was placed upon her several times, warping her brain into the puppet that would execute such a heinous act. Following this mass torture was the work of the butterfly, which symbolized her as a student of Dnim Hcranom and further malformed what was left or her already twisted synapses. A tattoo upon her lower back signified that the change had been complete and that the marionette had been made.
The marionette knew what her task entailed as she leapt the high walls and tiptoed through the dimly lit corridors. The castle was even more astonishing to witness at night, she thought. The stars from the night sky reflected the multitude of earthen glows within its jeweled walls. Though she wanted to stare in wonderment at the scene that lay before her, she knew that her task remained as she crept closer to the ivory tower. Inside that tower laid the royal king in queen asleep with dreams that fill the mind of those most accomplished. And for that, she wanted them dead. Despite all of her brainwashing, there still crept a piece of her former life in her mind, the one that tore her away from her concubine mother. Or at least, that's what she was taught. She may have even been of noble blood, perhaps even a princess stolen by the order. But it was a good thing, she thought. It meant that she would not have grown in such a haughty hovel as this one. Carefully tracing a sigil upon the opal window, she placed her hand on it, watching as the glass melted into liquid before her eyes. Leaping from the window as she stepped into the royal bed quarters, she raised a sharp dagger engraved with the symbols of countless forgotten gods and shoved it right through the king's closed eyes. Now they will be closed permanently, she thought to herself; pulling brain matter from the sinewy blade. The queen awoke quickly to realize that her husband was now long form the world, as the marionette quickly diced her head off with the speed of a great cleaverman. Nothing remained of the royal family, except for the furs of their wealth, now sordidly soiled with their own blood.
Satisfied in her efforts, the marionette traveled back in the underground lair of the order, fully aware that her end lie within those walls. Yet she accepted that her task was complete and that she had single-handedly brought the Elabrynth to a screeching halt. She didn't know how the nobles would react to the death of the royals, nor that the people would act with lawlessness. She wasn't aware that they would destroy the Elabrynth brick by brick, until nothing remained even of themselves. She merely laid her head on the chopping block and winked one eye. "I'm ready, masters." she said, as her final thought became silenced in less time than it took to see a doll crumpled and thrown away.
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I'm a marionette, watch my silhouette
Such a pretty doll, yet so hollow
I'm a puppet, cursed
I'm a marionette, watch my murder
Come see my dance of death
Marked by the sorcerer's sigil
The wretched mark it burns forever
Yet this is how the dance begins
Broken by the curse
-ATRLU KM-
I was stolen from my family
When the ebon mages put their curse on me
Trapped inside the cage
I could not move, I could not speak
They waved their devilish hands about
Filling my mind with their feeble clout
Yet all became so vivid, so alive
My purpose then became known to me
To assassinate the holy monarchy
A butterfly marks my possession
-DNIM HCRANOM-
My ears burn with blood and slaughter
My nostrils fill with the subtle scent of death
I'm just a puppet for the new oligarchy
On moonless night, I crept into the tower
Where a patriarch would slumber no more
The mark of the butterfly
Saw the blade driven through his eye
The queen beheaded by her own disbelief
I'm a marionette, watch my silhouette
Such a pretty doll, yet so hollow
I'm a puppet, cursed
I'm a marionette, watch my murder
Come see my dance of death
As I returned to the lair
Sure that demise would await me there
My savior's control deprived me of my soul
A wooden shell fell to the ground
The husk was burned and nothing found
