Aoife

In the strange, cold North of an era long past, it was said that on lonely nights along the shores, a comely maiden dressed in sealskin would be seated upon a jutting rock, her sonorous melody carried upon the ocean-breeze. So heartfelt were her songs that many waded into the freezing waters, compelled by overwhelming desire. Known as the Maiden of Eyinhel, Aoife thrived on the souls of lovesick humans—the more enraptured they were, the more delectable they became. Though aspects of her bewitching appearance hinted at her true demonic nature, so deeply infatuated were some that they persisted until they failed to return. Thus she passed her days sated but monotonous, until the day a desperate human had sought a premature end to a life of woe. Out of sheer amusement, Aoife entertained their delusions with dulcet promises of false everafters, and soon an unwitting pact was formed. Surely this deluded soul would be a splendid delicacy given enough time... As the months passed, however, Aoife failed to realize she'd fallen for her own trap—fallen for the Pactbound's renewed love of life. Desperate to protect this illusion of normalcy, Aoife concealed the truth of her sustenance. But demons cannot survive on the farce known as love; Aoife found her spirit wasting by the day, and a hunger frenzy drove her to her limits. Scant memories remain... save for the day Aoife found her Pactbound lifeless, torn asunder by demonic claws. Little more is known of the lost island of Eyinhel and its illusory shores. Cast into the mists of the Void, the Queen in Cobalt watches silently as the seal-maiden gazes out over her sea of lost souls, singing for ghosts long gone.