In a realm shrouded in eternal twilight, Hessster reigns. Her three aspects - Selena, Sybil, and Sorcha - move through Hemlock Vale like whispers on the wind, their presence felt in the rustle of leaves and the shadows that danced at the edge of vision. The iron gates of St. Sybil's Refuge stand in the distance, a silent promise of what lies beyond. In this place of mist and shadow, souls faced their deepest truths, their choices echoing through the vale like ripples in still water. The air itself seems alive with potential, each breath carrying the weight of countless stories yet to unfold. Hemlock Vale, highest of seven purgatories, awaits those seeking redemption or condemnation.
And in judge over it all lies Hessster, the goddess of the Vale.
[Verse 1:]
In realms of shade where lost souls dwell,
I am Hester, fate's sentinel.
My name they whisper, filled with fear,
A dread that echoes, drawing near.
[Chorus:]
Three serpents hiss, your fate I spin,
In my dark realm, atone your sin.
[Verse 2:]
My sister-hood of spectral might,
Where shadows dance in endless night.
My youth, my grace, my power entwine,
Three aspects in one form divine.
[Chorus:]
Three serpents hiss, your fate I spin,
In my dark realm, atone your sin.
[Bridge:]
My serpents coil in trinity,
Calm in chaos, eternally.
In times of strife, I split in three,
Each face a part of destiny.
[Chorus:]
Three serpents hiss, your fate I spin,
In my dark realm, atone your sin.
[Verse 4:]
Thrice-bound goddess of the night,
In my coils, fates ignite.
I weigh each heart, each soul, each mind,
Rise through trials or fall behind.
[Chorus:]
Three serpents hiss, your fate I spin,
In my dark realm, atone your sin.
[Outro:]
From depths arise to seek my light,
Or plunge to realms of endless night.
Your fate unfolds within my hold,
As truths of judgement are foretold.