AN: Firstly published here, then moved to Wattpad. It is about Shendelzare when she reached the Ghastly Eyrie, but only the ones who were involved in that treacherous day will pay. This is like one of my basic headcanons when I was writing "Forest of Lost Spirits".

It has been decades since Shendelzare longed for vengeance. She felt gloom filter every surroundings, and even lights flicker upon her bloodshot eyes. But no more she longed for it. She killed them all. She no longer had someone to weigh her malevolent anger against another.

Those people, her sister... everyone who betrayed her was gone before her very eyes. She saw the blood crackle of treachery in symphony, flesh mold like metal as her Talon and claws tore them apart in harmony like in the hands of a blacksmith. She heard the cries of pain, torment, and suffering as her touch of death claimed their souls and she offered up to her goddess, Scree'auk, as a symbol of gratitude for giving her the chance to seal their fate, even in her grave.

The vengeful spirit ventured around the Ghastly Eyrie without rest. No skywrath could hear her feet marching upon their doorsteps. It was the culling they never knew about. One by one, the spirit killed without remorse nor mercy. Her claws and her Talon were all filled by the stains of blood. Quickly it dissipated, like a water vapor. She never called this as a fair fight, for they fought unfairly as she walked as a free spirit. Her rightful throne awaiting.

But right now, those were only tales of legends. The vengeful spirit still roamed her homeland, yet it never lost its light. It still purges the same atmosphere, only blank. Her emotions, that is. She felt nothing. But her kingdom was filled with it.

And is what bothered her the most. How do they feel? How do they feel those things that she cannot?

Numbness enveloped the spirit. And she couldn't feel anything except isolation and despair. A tinge tucking at her heartstrings. Despair was her only motive, as it was closely related for her vengeance-- those tears that glimmer until it died out the second she became the vengeful spirit.

Now the kingdom and herself share the same. Most of the skywraths mourned as she casted a curse among them. Both who knew or not, she chose no one. But there are some instances Shendelzare chose to bypass her frenzified rage against an another skywrath. And that, was unknown for her.

Who made her this way? So collective and could surpass her malevolent mind?

Intriguing. The vengeful spirit answered her doubts. Who was this... entity that struck her senses in a sight of flight? She asked back.

A week passed. The vengeful spirit was overlooking over the tallest tower of her Castle. She saw the skywrath wake up in the sun's embrace, their wings taking in flight. And her wings, fluttered in the morning mist. Her eyes were bright crimson as the sun looked at her.

The vengeful spirit jumped off the tower, and landing on a nearby building gracefully and effortlessly. She mastered these kind of things since her wings will no longer be no use of her. She was breaking away from what her people had treasured the most: the virtue of flight. In the code of highest morals, it was blessed to them by Avilliva. This was their honor of birthright as a skywrath.

Shendelzare looked down below her feet, she landed on the building of the Mage's Guild. Where their renowned Skywrath Mages come from.

She didn't came down here on purpose. She just wanted to know how do mages act with those emotions.

Instead of thirst for vengeance, the vengeful spirit felt the need in search for boundless knowledge of a simple mechanism of someone's spirit. It seems natural for them, but in her case, it was more than casual outgoing in a everyday life.

This is going to be a long day for her. A reformation. This seed plucked the vengeful spirit for something.

No wonder curiosity settled off her vengeance.

And deep down inside, she was still her.

Sure her form changed in the eyes of others as a malefic demon of undead and revenge, but inside, in the deep corners of her shell as a demon, she was and will always be that Shendelzare. An angel once, and now, a hollow demon of reformation to become one again, uniting these two halves of herself. Rooting for one day to set their internal conflict aside and see the kingdom in her safeguard...

... even the one who helped her reach the skies. She felt a bond outreaching each and every skywrath in her soul.

Like what a Queen of the Ghastly Eyrie should be.