Long ago, in King Solomon's time I believe, I was summoned to raid an enemy camp. I was partnered with a void entity from the Other Place known as 'Queezle'. She was like me, an entity of essence, and could shapeshift. We grew our relationship, killing the enemy in utter glee together. I was happy with her, happier than I had ever been before. You know what I was experiencing? I was experiencing love. Strange for an eldritch entity from the void to love someone, especially from the domain of Lolgrammoth--the very domain notorious for tearing families and loved ones apart. I could tell she felt the same.
It was a year after we first met, and we were on our way to an enemy encampment. We we nt by the usual plan--I attack head on while she silently infiltrated them. She was good at that. Suddenly, a strong aura pounded my eyes from afar in the camp. It was a marid, and a powerful one. In case you don't know, marids are one of the most powerful beings you can find in the Other Place. The marid raged around the encampment, making short work of Jerusalem's best warriors. I felt a sudden pit in my heart, as if something was jerked away from my very essence. I flew through the air in search of Queezle, only to find her essence puddled on the ground. I flew down to her in horror, the marid threw a strong attack on her beforehand and she was weakened. The puddle vibrated and said to me; '...I love you.' she said, the words I have been hoping for my entire life, but in different circumstances. I only watched her very being fade away as I scooped her liquid essence in my hands. That was the first and only time I had ever cried.
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