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Fractured Reflection - Lacuna's Bio.
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Fractured Reflection, Lacuna's Bio.
Ilithyia, the daughter of Hades, once got tired of her own duality. During a ritual under the black vaults of the Underworld, she split her soul in half, and from that gaping hole came Lacuna, the exact twin of her except for the difference of one detail: Ilithyia's hair was a waterfall of darkness, Lacuna's as blue as the fire the girls held
Lacuna's birth into the world started with a shocked gasp and memories filling her mind. All the memories belonged to Ilithyia, and all the heartbeats were of Ilithyia. She even knew what it was like to eat a pomegranate when it was her twin that did so, to be cold on the back from Hades' throne when it was Ilithyia's, and to carry the heaviness of the name that was not hers. She was a stranger wearing her sister's body.
When Ilithyia was devastated by the betrayal of Aphrodite, she made the Underworld her refuge and kept her heart safe in a vault. Lacuna had the desire to want to see the sun, the laughing of mortals, and the belief that up there in the world, kindness was spoken too. She implored Ilithyia to come with her and see the world other than the rivers of death. Ilithyia only turned away, saying that a blade of trust always cuts the hand that holds it.
Not long after, Lacuna was plagued by her powers.
At first the ghosts: transparent supplicants whose regret had stitched their closed mouths and who haunt Lacuna's sleep, demanding her help to escape. Secondly, the dream weaving, entering the mortals' minds as if by frost under the door and leaving dreams that carry her doubt. The last were the visions: broken destinies crossing over into the here and now, the very glimpse costing a fragment of sanity.
Half of the song that was her twin's shadow, she lived within her sisterβs shadow. The knife became her confessor. Each incision was a question: Who am I if not her shadow? The knife answered in silver scars on her arms; temporary evidence that she could still feel something that was hers alone.
But even when she was bleeding, Lacuna never decided to fade away. She roamed among mortals with ghosts trailing her and futures shining in her eyes, looking for a self that was not a loan.
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