Painfully, I changed. Watched my family fade with the years. And then..nothing. Over that time, I gained wealth by stealing jewelry from those I’ve killed. We hardly ever need it hough..From there it’s pensive loneliness. Nostalgia for living life. Madness. At some point I needed to feel human again, so I took up a job cocktail waitress on the Strip. -Zenobia
A pair of blackened eyes look out to into the darkness of the night, welcomed only by infinity and emptiness.It’s not uncommon for her kind to kill themselves after a few centuries. The isolation from humanity can be too excruciating for those still holding on to some semblance of their past life.
Zenobia looks on regardless, curiosity feeding the hope that maybe one day a purpose will reveal itself.The former force of Zeus. Zenobia cast into darkness.