Sylia, the Dark & Light Saint

This was never meant to be her story.

She had lain dormant for eons, her slumber undisturbed. Yet now, without warning and with very little explanation, she found herself cast into a strange and corrupted Realm—one forged in the aftermath of a fractured World that had splintered into disparate fragments. And she was in one of those fragments which was most certainly not the 'good place'.

No—this was the tainted land, the one reserved for the condemned.

She had been forced into a life that did not belong to her, made to bear a name that was not her own. Sylia II, they called her now. But she knew—more deeply than anyone else could know—that it was not her name. After months spent under constant surveillance, her thoughts suppressed, her powers sealed, she had at last regained her freedom. Yet even in freedom, she remained unable to access the full extent of her potential.

She had been given a mission.

"Seek out, punish, and eliminate the corrupted. Do so methodically, slowly and without mercy. Absorb what can be salvaged. Use what is beyond redemption as fuel for the designs of those who sent you here."

She fully intended to comply. But a time would come when she would demand answers—starting with the most urgent question: Why had she been sent here in the first place?

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Could this be a test? A Path to Evolution, famously known to the Dark Flock? Sylia—her sibling, or perhaps more accurately, her Sister-Piece born of their shared Ultimate Source—had vanished without warning after spending years carefully mentoring her for this role. And now she had entrusted Sylia II with a new charge: the supervision of a Lord named Mathias.

"Preserve him at all costs, even if only a fragment survives," had been the directive, delivered not only by Sylia, but also by their shared Source.

A second command had followed, more cryptic but no less important: "Protect the Mathew Two Bunny. Ensure no harm befalls him." Apparently, the Bunny held significance for Sylia.

Sylia II understood that this task would not be easy. Mathias was currently bound beneath a powerful Spell. His memories had been tempered with. Even reality itself within that Realm had been rewritten for all who dwelled there. It had been a calculated alteration, executed with the assistance of none other than Lord Chester, and sanctioned by both Creators.

Sylia II would be stationed there almost alone, encumbered by the presence of several former Lords and Gods, all of whom had been sealed within her spiritual vessel. She was forbidden from digesting them swiftly. The corruption they carried made haste dangerous. She would have to proceed slowly, carefully.

She steeled herself for what lay ahead, aware that her memories might fade—eroded both by the presence of those she now contained within her and by the very forces that had orchestrated her descent into this world.

All she truly knew was this: she had agreed to all of it.

Even if she no longer remembered the agreement, she believed in its truth. Something deep within her core assured her that she would not have refused such a task.

And so, Sylia II smiled.

"Very well," she murmured. "Let us begin. I may as well enjoy the process."