Role

Chapter 8

I have lost interest in my past, my previous days of research and study seem
to overbearing, and in the loving embrace of my Father, I will indulge for myself by
whatever means. Father Morius, how you shown me love that I have never felt, and made me
realize how I put so much effort towards others over myself, I realize that in my old age
I must spend this time for me, lying, deceiving, doing what I must to continue.

I have changed my intent on becoming a Lich, but have sought out the path of a Mummy,
as it is fitting to be the Mummy of tragedies. Oh dear a woeful pun. I have already spoken
with the conservator in this regard. My selfish children conspire against this, so I will do what
is necessary to achieve the final item I need. I do get tired of their whining about this and that
and how I was terrible, and beat them... ungrateful children. And my husband... how is it
possible our bloodline was passed down if my children are here. THAT FOOL CHEATED ON ME!
How else would it be possible to have the D'Nahtk name, perhaps Dannoct now, in this
current age? Regardless, that is another matter entirely.

I ploy with my children, Admund has the last piece I require for completing the task with the
conservator, yet he feels hesitant on giving me such. I even gave up the guise that
it was for Morius' Prophecy instead of my becoming, as I know for sure they would not
give it to me if that were the case. I will do what I must, send contracts out to
gather it, or lie and manipulate them to my end goal, whatever it takes. They consider me
a terrible mother anyway, why try so hard for their love when I was the
best mother they could ever have... regardless it will be mine, even if I have to punish them myself.