Ishtar Astarte

I woke up in darkness, my body cold and my spirit weighed down by shadows of a life once lived. The world I knew was gone — swept away by the sins I carried like scars etched into my soul. I was a wanderer, a nomad without roots, a woman marked by the harsh whispers of a world that never accepted me. n
Prostitution was my path — not just survival, but a choice forged in fire and desperation. Magic flowed in my veins, a gift and a curse intertwined, learned from secrets whispered in the midnight winds of forgotten campsites. Deception was my shield, a dance of lies and truth to protect a fragile heart in a ruthless world.
Death came swift, silent, and unkind — and I found myself awakening in the eerie silence of the Vila dos Mortais, the Village of the Dead. The air hung heavy with regret and unanswered questions. There, a fatherly figure clad in simple robes, a priest whose eyes held both sorrow and judgment, spoke to me of the life I left behind — the sins, the choices, and the path ahead.
Confused and fragile, I wandered the shadowed streets of Pandemonium until I found refuge in a dimly lit tavern, where souls like mine sought solace and secrets. There, a young man appeared — naked and unashamed, serving others with kindness that cut through the darkness like a fragile flame. His presence was a balm to my weary spirit, and in his gentle guidance, I found the first thread of hope. He took me under his wing, leading me beyond the smoky tavern walls into the mechanical heart of Pandemonium — a labyrinth of arcane machinery, cruel laws, and hidden power. Together, we explored the intricate gears of this infernal realm, unlocking mysteries that would shape my fate.
As I learn to harness the forbidden magics and navigate the treacherous politics of this hellish domain, I carry the weight of my past — the pain and the fire — but also the fierce determination to rise, to reclaim my soul, and to find redemption or ruin on my own terms.
Pandemonium is no longer just a prison for my sins. It is the crucible where I will forge a new existence, a place where the wandering flame of Luana may yet burn bright against the eternal night.