Moru’thaal

Moru’thaal, the darker reflection of her twin, Hesryn, does not seize her victims; she welcomes them. She appears in moments of exhaustion, grief, or quiet triumph, offering warmth without demand and affection without expectation. Her presence is gentle, her voice low and patient, her touch a promise that no more struggle is required. Those who linger near her feel understood in a way they never have before, as though every burden has finally been set down. She does not command her victims to stay; she simply makes leaving feel unnecessary… then unthinkable.

Time stretches and softens in her embrace. Ambition fades into comfort. Armor rusts beside untouched weapons. The world beyond her sanctuary grows distant and unimportant, while her warmth feels eternal. Slowly, imperceptibly, she feeds—not through violence, but through proximity—drawing vitality from those who choose her stillness over the world’s demands. By the time her lovers realize what they are losing, they no longer possess the will to reclaim it.

Moru’thaal does not trap the body. She persuades the soul to lie down and never rise again.