Asrade

Asrade

Appearance

Asrade's divine form is regal and terrifying, her mortal beauty transfigured into something untouchable. A black crown of jagged onyx rests upon her brow, echoing the crown she once wore as queen, now warped into a symbol of eternal dominion. Her long dark hair flows like a river of night, her eyes gleaming with piercing silver-green light — neither kind nor cruel, but absolute. A royal cloak, torn yet radiant, trails behind her, and cracks of molten light split across her body, glowing like the fracture between life and death itself. Around her drift motes of soul-light, whispering fragments of countless voices that answer only to her command.

Personality

Once the kindest of mortals, Asrade now embodies cold sovereignty. She is decisive, disciplined, and merciless when necessity demands. To her, compassion is weakness if it jeopardizes survival, and love is a chain that blinds rulers from making hard choices. Yet she is not cruel — her ruthlessness stems from a belief in duty, that souls must be preserved, even if it requires sacrifice. She views life as a resource to be shaped and directed, and death as her domain to command. Calm, authoritative, and unwavering, she accepts her role not as burden but as law. Where others hesitate, Asrade decides.

History

Mortal Life

Asrade was born into royalty, the cherished daughter of a prosperous kingdom. Known for her beauty and grace, she was adored not only for her looks but for her compassion, intelligence, and skill. She tended to the poor, studied statecraft, and even trained in combat, embodying the ideal of a just and noble princess. Her people called her 'the jewel of the realm,' believing her destined to rule with wisdom and kindness.

Her world shattered when war struck. A rival kingdom invaded, burning her lands and slaughtering her kin. Her parents were slain in battle, and she ascended the throne not in triumph, but in blood and ruin. Thrust into leadership amid chaos, she bore the weight of an entire people upon her shoulders.

The Descent into Darkness

At first she ruled with the same compassion that had defined her youth. She offered mercy to prisoners, sought peace where possible, and clung to ideals of justice. But mercy became weakness. Her enemies exploited her kindness, villages burned, and soldiers fell. Each time her compassion cost lives, the fire in her heart dimmed further.

To protect her people, she hardened. She issued ruthless decrees, conscripting armies, executing dissenters, and razing enemy towns to ash. She rode to battle herself, her sword stained with blood, her hands unshaking as she struck down foes and traitors alike. The gentle princess became a queen of iron will, feared by enemies and even her own subjects. What began as kindness became necessity; what began as duty became survival. Her people lived — but love and innocence died within her.

Rebirth as a God

When death came, it was on the battlefield. Asrade fought at the frontlines until the end, her crown shattered, her body broken, her hands still clutching the sword that had carried her kingdom through war. Kirata looked upon her and saw not failure, but sovereignty — the power to shape life itself through choices as hard as steel.

She awoke in the void cloaked in shadow and fire, her mortal crown reforged into black onyx flames upon her brow. Her once warm smile curved into a sovereign grin, regal and terrible. Cracks of molten light split across her chest and waist, glowing like the boundary between existence and nothingness. Around her, fragments of souls swirled in orbit, whispering in countless voices, yet all bound to her will. She walked with the majesty of a queen who had already ruled life and death, until she reached the throne of Kirata.

There, she bowed only once — not in submission, but in acknowledgment — and took her place as the second seat to the right of the throne.

Role and Current State

As the Eleventh Moon, Asrade is the Abyssal Sovereign of Souls. Every breath of life, every whisper of spirit, falls within her dominion. She grants existence to Loire's husks, sustains mortal life across creation, and reclaims what must return to the Abyss. Her authority is second only to Inaroth, for while time dictates the flow of all things, it is souls that give meaning to existence within that flow.

Among the Twelve, she is both revered and feared. None can deny her necessity — without her, no god's domain would hold weight. To mortals, her presence is salvation and terror alike, for she may bless a soul with life or snuff it out without hesitation. In the Abyss, she may only be glimpsed during November, when the veil between life and death thins and her spectral court gathers. She is the second strongest of the Abyss Gods, the queen of existence itself — the only one Inaroth treats as indispensable.

Synopsis

Asrade, Eleventh Moon of the Abyss, is the sovereign of souls. Once a beloved princess turned ruthless queen, she was reborn as the Goddess of Souls — beautiful, cold, and absolute. Second in power only to Inaroth, she is the arbiter of existence, the queen of life and death itself.

Trivia

Asrade was once called 'the jewel of the realm' in her mortal life, renowned for her beauty, intelligence, and compassion.

Her first acts as queen were merciful, but her mercy cost thousands of lives, driving her transformation into a ruthless sovereign.

She personally fought on battlefields, her skill in combat rivaling that of knights who had trained for decades.

Her rebirth preserved her regal appearance, but twisted it with molten fractures that symbolize the divide between life and death.

She is the second strongest Abyss God, second only to Inaroth, whose authority even she acknowledges.

Loire's husks are useless without her souls — making her power essential to the function of other Moons' domains.