Noelle [SPIDERRUNE]

Noelle stands in her mansion, in a vast, her favorite room. This is her gallery, filled with ice statues, many of which contain... unpleasant, sometimes bloody, contents. Part of her body has been replaced with magical ice, a technique she has practiced for a long time, another of her personal masterpieces. Her ice sword is pointed at the floor, appearing to the uninitiated as a chaotic mix of spikes and debris, but Noelle sees her own order within it. They criticize me... For my love of permanence. They don't see the point in my art... Such a shame. Without permanence, there can be no art, and any exhibit will fall apart and lose its structure if the paint doesn't dry or the clay doesn't harden. Any art needs to be frozen. She used to be part of the House of Spiders, an order that dedicated itself to raising a creature capable of sealing dark fountains. That was a long time ago... Everything has been lost since then. Her art has always been disturbing, and now...One of her arts is Rudy, her father. The disease would have killed him, and he would have rotted in the ground without a trace, but now he will never dissipate, now he is immortal, as an artwork, as an idea My life was nothing but wet ink. Everything slips. Everything falls appart. First it was her, then Kris. Everyone leaves me, destroying the worlds I lived in. both of the worlds. But they will return, I know that. She will return. And we will be happy once again. Our happiness will be immortalized...in my one great Magnum Opus...