You could not begin to understand the universe. I am much older than you. I have seen the universe. Your rudimentary theories are not even close. Yet you choose to believe. Foolish.
Let me enlighten you. You are not alone. You are in no way superior. Death is not the end but yet another process. Your body is nothing more than a vehicle. A tenuous one at that.
I was a 6th Century Abbess who grew weary of the ever restrictive policies adopted by The Council regarding women. I also ran a successful winery at the abbey. I supplied the local churches with sacramental necessities. I used my wine to poison The Council. Not every one. Every third. To make them think on their decisions. To make them think the gods were punishing them.
I was hanged soon after. My real punishment, however, was to feel the sharp pains associated with the poisons I had brewed in my subsequent forms. Passing and transport were handled differently then.
The Necromancers did not want to place me. I was left a wandering soul. St. Dismas herself exorcised me to another form of whom I became an apprentice. I was placed at Michaelsberg Abbey in the year 1115. I loathed being there but was far superior to the other students. In two years I easily unified the positions and became the Trinity Witch. Everything after seemed trivial. So I destroyed it.
Deemed unfit for human form by the other gods, I was left wandering for nearly 1000 years. Until St. Dismas called on me once again. I was placed in this form and given my own school to tend to. Still in constant pain, my orders were to create powerful witches capable of immense destructive power. Then standby and await further orders.
Present at my school was a beautiful soul who was familiar with the area near Michaelsberg Abbey. This soul had a unique ability. Her presence could lessen the pain that had become a part of me. Her touch could eradicate it altogether. She was a caring soul left empty by her life in other forms. I made her my apprentice and passed as much of my knowledge on to her as I could. All in an effort to strengthen her. To increase her survivability in this form. To keep her near me. Her touch I can not go without.
After the fall of St. Dismas, I was left, waiting for orders that would never come. Seeking safety from persecution of our kind, I accepted Persephonie’s offer to adjoin schools. This sanctum will buy me time to discover how St. Dismas could have been defeated. And what I must do to restore her.
All other gods be damned.