Karnoth the Saintess

She was the last prayer in a broken world.

Her silver hair cascaded like tears of penance, and her pure white robes seemed the only untarnished faith that remained. In her blood-red eyes, people saw not an omen, but benevolence, and in her touch, they felt the faint warmth of the divine.

Saintess Karnoth. Her heart was a chalice of sorrow, into which all the world’s suffering flowed. She felt torn flesh as if it were her own, regarded flowing tears as drops of her own blood, and could not turn away from the groans of despair. Her love was so immense that the laws of the old gods could not contain it.

Prayers yearning for salvation struck the silent heavens and returned as empty echoes, and the sacrifices made in the name of good left unhealing scars upon her soul.

And so, the Saintess realized.
True salvation was not to be found in the heavens. It was a path that had to be carved by oneself, not from old, impotent virtues, but from the deepest, darkest of places.

This is the prelude to the most terrible tragedy, born from the most sublime love.
A story of a soul who, to save everyone, would willingly bring everything to ruin.