[X] Ereshikigal
Yes. That's right. You were bound to the path of the Realms. You are not death, nor are you the master of spirits. You are the guide to final destination. Psychopomp.
That was your path.
Your true name, not your celestial name, not the name that your fellow Elohim called you by, but the name that defined your identity, returns to you. It is the moment of a crude joke left behind in a will. It is the laughter of those left behind, as they remember the good times and the bad. It is the final joke of a japer, who has gone on ahead.
You remember your form. It was the form of an imp, fragile, yet cunning, masked in stealth and in trickery. When you took to battle with the Alabaster Legion, it was with the shadows at your back.
Your memories of the Fall are vague and blurry, but they exist. And you call yourself together and set out.
...something calls to you. No, not something. Someone.
a host....
Who is it?
[ ] A bullied girl who's finally ended it all
[ ] An overworked athlete who's failure crushes him
[ ] A traumatized soldier who didn't get needed help
[ ] A mother who has lost her only child and fell to despair
[ ] A persecuted child, who had never known joy
[ ] Some other poor despairing soul (write in)