Ever since she was a young child, Annabelle would visit the Tomb of Azrok, a place where she could temporarily free herself from the sensation known to her as Possession Spirituelle. Possession Spirituelle was not an enjoyable sensation. It was best described as a sort of pressure from all sides of the head, causing severe pain. Annabelle was lucky to have the tomb’s luck by her side, to guide her in overcoming this maddening feeling. She’d visit the tomb every weekend, which soon became every day, to say her prayers. As she did this, her mind would come back to her, as she’d let go of every other unimportant duty in her life. She declared to herself that they were not as important as Azrok was significant, and in return, the feeling of Possession Spirituelle was lifted.
Annabelle, for whatever reason, decided that this was not enough. She left her house, and locked herself in the Tomb of Azrok. She ate the jars of food, outdated likely by hundreds — no, thousands — of years, all left by noblemen long ago for Azrok to eat in the afterlife. He wouldn’t mind, after all. She believed that her own faith was important above everything else, and because of that, that Azrok would forgive her. Somehow, throughout it all, she continued to live, and after about one whole month of sitting in the solitude of the tomb with Azrok’s lifeless, mummified body, she left the building, and quickly returned home. However, being stuck in a room like this had taken its toll on Annabelle. She had too much time to think, and she began pondering the existential questions of what truly exists beyond life. This was banned by law, but with no one around to stop her, locked in that tomb with just herself and the mighty Azrok’s dead body, she thought for a while.
Not long after, Annabelle returned to the tomb for an annual ceremony. Everyone would light candles, and circle the body, while praying and chanting their sacred mantras. This time, though, an older man — probably about seventy years old — dropped his candle, and at that moment, the Tomb of Azrok was set alight. It would have been easy for Annabelle to escape quickly, as there was a door directly ahead of her in the opposite direction. However, as is tradition, anyone caught in the destruction of any sacred structure must be destroyed as well. “No, no.. No!” Annabelle screamed. She declared to herself that it was not true, that Azrok was not a god, but simply a false idol. Nobody heard her, she spoke only to herself, because had anyone heard these horrible statements, Annabelle would certainly get no recognition after her death. Everyone around her began adding to the fire with their own candles, preparing for imminent death, and just moments later, the floorboard combusted, and Annabelle’s life was no more.