Alice strolled through the Cathedral Square like she usually does. Her daily dose of burning pain as the blessed ground coupled by the shadows latching onto her burned her body and mind, it had been nearly a year, she was used to the sensations. But she preferred it this way, she was a monster after all, she deserved to be hurt like this. But as Alice walked, one of the Whispers hit her. “You’re not as in control as you could be Alice. Look at how the shadows latch onto you. If only the fabric of reality was weakened, we could show you more control. It doesn’t make much, you know. Not even this so-called blessed ground could hurt you or your loved ones then.” Alice stopped in her tracks, if the visions she had been shown were even half true, the Naaru and their fanatics would be an issue soon. They’d come after her loved ones. Maybe some weakening wouldn’t be such a bad idea? As soon as that thought went through her, the Voices spoke up. “The shadows latch onto you because the Light and Void don’t play well together. The shadows simply desire to protect you from the full force of the pain.” Alice took a deep breath, dismissing both comments. She didn’t mind being stuck in Voidform on Holy Ground.
Time passed and soon Alice decided she wanted to try something. She couldn’t shake the possibility that she wasn’t as in control as she thought. She went back to the Cathedral Square, the Gazebo behind the Cathedral itself. Alice closed her eyes and tried exiting her Voidform. The shadows and holy presence burned her body and mind intensely as she tried dismissing the shadows and Void enveloping her being. The shadows hissed and swirled around her, the purple lightning flickering as the abyssal smoke swirl around her as the flames flicker and flare. The shadows fought back, but Alice was determined. She fought through the pain and managed to exit her Voidform in the Cathedral Square.
As Alice exited Voidform, the Whispers seemed to let out an angry growl at Alice’s success. They seemed genuinely enraged Alice had done this, as though she foiled a plan of theirs that was going so smoothly or like she broke free from a previous hold they had on her. But the Whispers weren’t all Alice noticed. While the burning from the shadows latching onto her against her will was gone, the burning from the Light’s presence intensified. It was only slightly worse than the previous burning she felt, but Alice didn’t mind. She deserved to burn, to feel the pain. It would take time, but she would eventually grow used to this pain, might as well enjoy it while it lasted.
The Voices and Whispers hissed at once in her head. They both attempt to sway Alice into defiling the blessed grounds. Nobody would notice a few extra shadows, right? It would lessen the pain, and the Light’s influence on those in the area. Alice firmly stated she would not do that. The Light had yet to make any moves on Alice’s loved ones, she had no personal quarrel with it yet. The Voices respect Alice’s choice, upholding the deal, but still warn her it was a foolish choice, one that would come back to bite her in the future. The Whispers only attempted to sway and encourage Alice more, but to no avail, much to their poorly-hidden annoyance.