In her homeworld, Yaska had become a follower, a Demon of the Servant of Death. She worked for Death, a subject to her murderous whims. For the Plainkind, Yaska’s people, murdering those outside of the clan is unremarkable, like hunting for any other animal.
The arrangement had been rather unimpressive to Yaska, just another job. It gave her a reason to travel, and a decent amount of combat and assassination experience, and something similar to a purpose. But it had gotten old. Yaska was used to the freedom of this realm, where Death had no power over her or anything.
Tired of being a hitman, Yaska wanted to make sure she would be unbound by anything for when she decided to return to Dawngale permanently. On top of this, Jin had approached her. She had said that the Servant of the Overside, Mother Nature, wanted to sever the connection between her and Death as well.
“Go, and… fight my way in. Speak to Death. Take control. I guess.” Yaska sighed. “What a pain. Jin better help. ”
I might start making these short ones again.
_ Daniel T