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"You will regret what you did to me. You will lament you ever met me."

There are stories and then there are legends, Lament's tale falls somewhere between them. There have been many stories told of her, and no one, not even herself can say which are true.

However, a stallion named Horus, helped a mare by the name of Grauen Kerze to search for some famed book.

But when Grauen found the book, she found they would not open for her but only Horus.

Horus never told her the truth of the books.

According to him, not only Grauen Kerze, but Lament and many other's stories are written within the pages of the books. Some are under other names, but a careful eye can pick out the details.

How much of that is true, and how much of that is part of his manipulating and sinister character of Horus cannot be said. However, he has taken it upon himself to enlist favours from others, and send them out with the tales in the hopes of drawing the characters ( or more aptly victims) to him. For what is a storyteller without stories or characters?

It is he who enlisted Tethys in a promise to help with her deteriorating eyesight to tell the story of Lydia and Lance.

Here in part lies the tale, he has enlisted her to spread.

Lydia was young and impressionable when she met Lance—the dark, charming brother of her best friend, Velia. It wasn’t long before the young pair was seeking more and more time alone. They were both daydreaming of a “happily ever after”.

Lance came home, to where Velia and Lydia would be waiting for him. He knew something was wrong as soon as he came upon the place. The usually warm light of their home was dimmed, and as he called out his voice echoed blankly against the wall.

The horror met his eyes when he stepped him, the fresh smell of blood made him wretch. Lydia was bloody and unconscious, but Velia…his only living family, the most tender one he’d ever known was dead. She had been murdered.

Over the next few weeks, Lance, already interested in the darker arts, prepared his sister’s body for re-entry into this world so that she could rejoin them. Lydia healed though she was darker and more sullen—tortured. She would never be the same.

Are you, are you
Coming to the tree
Where they strung up a man they say murdered three.
Strange things did happen here
No stranger would it be
If we met up at midnight in the

hanging tree.

It was over these weeks that they devised their plan of vengeance against three stallions that had attacked Lydia and murdered Velia.

On the darkest of nights, All Hallow’s Eve, Lance and Lydia crept through the dark—stealing into the homes of the three stallions and releasing their cursed souls from the homes of their body in bloody and cruel ways. The sounds of the stallions screams were just dying out when Lance and Lydia made it home.

The cave walls reflecting the soft candlelight, as Lydia went outside to gather more wood. Lance began the ceremony, calling forth his sister from death to rejoin the living. Her lid twitched, just as they invaded his cave.

Are you, are you
Coming to the tree
Where the dead man called out for his love to flee.
Strange things did happen here
No stranger would it be
If we met up at midnight in the

hanging tree.


There had been witnesses who had seen Lance making his way back to the cave, and they had come to take him. It did not matter that he had done this of vengeance for his sister. Lydia came running as she heard the scuffle, but Lance yelled for her to flee.

That night they hung him.
Are you, are you
Coming to the tree
Where I told you to run so we’d both be free.
Strange things did happen here
No stranger would it be
If we met up at midnight in the

hanging tree.

Lydia sobbed long into the night. She did not know the way of the dark arts, so there was no way she could bring either Lance or Velia back. She was destined to a life without them. The thought was simply unbearable. She would find her freedom with him then.

Are you, are you
Coming to the tree
Wear a necklace of rope, side by side with me.
Strange things did happen here
No stranger would it be
If we met up at midnight in the hanging tree.

Going back to their abandoned home, she picked up the wilted bouquet for the wedding they had never been able to have. Placing the veil over her hair, she made her way slowly back to him like the sound of a funeral march.

***

It was in the dawn that they discovered Lydia hanging beside Lance.

It is said that some how they made their way back to this world. They are neither alive nor truly dead. Their names forgotten as they wander looking for each other for eternity—known only by the names Voodoo and Lament.

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Lament has long forgotten her name. Barely alive with a rope around her neck, she was found by Hades. She has no recollection of her past except faint remembrances of a song long since faded away.

Her memory is scattered, she cannot remember what is true and what is dream. Her memories of meeting Hades have melded into memories and dreams of his son Westrion, who is in his likeness.

For the first time in years, she has decided to truly try to learn the past or forget it forever with Westrion's help. It was on this journey, that they fell in love.

Family Tree


Direct Lineage Via Westrion

1st Generation:
Haides x Carolina

2nd Generation
Lament x Westrion

3rd Generation
Ereshkigal
Inanna
Utu

Indirect Lineage
Extended 2nd Generation:

Sibling of Westrion
Erebrus

Extended 3rd Generation: