This is a tale of how you came to be how you were now. It is something that crumbles the heart and makes it truly otherworldly, but you wouldn't know that...not like the way you were today.
You were born of poverty, to a father who died trying to keep you safe and a mother who abandoned you to the wolves at the age of five. You were a burden, unwanted, she had better things to do than raise a child such as yourself - what a fool she was. At a young age you knew the truth about humanity; they were cruel and manipulative. Self-centered and greedy. You did your best to avoid those that would tear your flesh from bone without a moment's hesitation. Humanity was not a kind thing, they hardly care for those of respectable status let alone someone like you, someone who was a stranger with a long forgotten name.
You carried on in life the best of your ability despite not having someone there for you. You learn that thievery was the best route to go if you wanted a better chance at survival. It was risky but you were fast - frail, but stronger than the wolves would believe. You learn to perfect your skill after a mishap that nearly cost you your life. For someone who hardly existed in the eyes of others, it was remarkably easier for you to meld with the shadows themselves than the other thieves that roamed the grounds. Around the same time you learn not to cry because the wolves would hear and you did not like them.
The wolves were frightening with their lies and sharp nails that tried to grab, to take what you have stolen. You learn to climb because heights were the best advantage a person can have in tough times.
You also learned that kindness was something that the wolves used on fools. You learn this after taking up an offer of food. The sound of something warm settling in your stomach for once was too hard of a chance to pass up. It wasn't until you were settled almost asleep that the person that took you in wanted something more from you. They called you beautiful despite the tattered clothes you wore, or even the complexion that resembled a ghost. You already learned how easy it was to read people with how much you watched to learn and your gut screamed for you to escape, and so you did. You would not allow those grubby hands to touch you and you were never far from the makeshift knife you made as you impaled it into their side and escaped with minor cuts and bruises.
You do not know what perked their interest only that they made your gut tight with fear and your most basic of instincts wanted you to run and never look back, but that was not the case. It was too late for you to run when the group had their hands on you. You were perfect for what they had in mind for their occult ritual and therefore an unwilling participant for their plans.
You had no family, simply abandoned, orphaned.
They scrubbed you clean, dressed you in clothes that they thought to be befitting and if you were to have gotten these clothes on your own, you would be pleased with the quality but given the case you were in...you did not want them over your torn rags. They adorned your fingers with rings before tying you down to a ceremonial table. You heard them murmuring about something known as the Void as you struggled against the bite of the ropes, but you did not understand. Your struggle was in vain - it was too late as you felt the bite of cold steel slide across you neck. You gasped and struggled against the taste of copper but there was no fighting the inevitable as death reached to take you.
The fickle thing about rituals is that no one knew if they would actually work. You were just some street-child fending for life day after day, but as soon as you gasped your last breath you found yourself merged with something more than them
and defiantly more than yourself. The ritual was a success and you found yourself floating in an abyss that stretched for eternity while at the same time made you feel trapped. You gained this insatiable curiosity with your newfound existence, always wondering how humanity ticked if you gave particular people power.
What would they do with it? Would they help those that were like you when you were "alive", or would they fall to the corruption that humanity was notorious for?
You would learn but first you had to deal with those that made you into something you did not wish on yourself. To be tied down, trapped and struggling in the last moments of life - that was not something you would have willed onto anyone and they had to suffer. You would show them what they created and if they relished in it, well, you'd punish them in other ways just so they would not get the satisfaction of what they believed.
You would not pay attention to those that worshiped you, or the Void, as they are as "unhinged" as those that created you.
You spend countless years adding ripples throughout time in hopes of someone sating the curiosity that ate at your very existence. It was something you were cursed to be but it helped when there were those that kept you on your toes at every turn, but the thing about that - there was no one. Every person that bared your mark ended up as the previous one before them. People used power to get what they wanted, they were selfish. You did not care what they used their power to achieve but how they used it.
Corruption was something written in stone even before you were created. Even as you watched empires rise and fall, corruption was something written in stone even before you were created and it would stay even after you fade from existence.
That was until one day, four thousand years after your original life, you come across one particularly interesting individual. You watched from the sanctum of the Void as a man's life was shattered by a band of paid assassins. You knew what was happening but the person that held your interest knew nothing as he had just returned from a trip away from his "home". You knew the conspiracies that whispered from the lips of one and entered into the ears of another, but nonetheless you were interested into seeing if this man ended up like the rest.
A dead Empress, a kidnapped daughter, and a man with lost hope.
You visited him one evening and gave him your mark. You did not let him have the chance to deny what you so generously gave to him, nor did you give him time to think too much on the mechanical heart you gifted him of his dead beloved. No, you were impatient to get things started and left the man to his own devices as he had a great journey ahead of him. You watched and talked to him along his task of saving the Future Empress and taking down those that betrayed the former and he continued to fascinate you. He had all the power at his fingertips to destroy and even torture his enemies as your visions have shown you countless times before, but this Corvo, this man strayed his blade in hopes of preserving his daughter's innocence.
You've seen Corvo become a monster that most known him as but the one that you took an active interest in was the current present and not some altered outcome. Even when he was betrayed for a second time did he keep his blade from spilling unwarranted blood. When he confronted the very man that murdered his beloved and left him alive, breathing for another day, and simply walked away - you didn't even think that was plausible but only for a second. You knew the possibilities but to see it unfold before you, that was something else.
No, you watched as Corvo reclaimed the throne with young Emily Kaldwin seated where she would be until her death of old age. She would become Emily the Wise and loved by the people as her mother before her, but that was still some time away and you knew that the girl's life would be altered from the events she endured as well as her father's actions.
During the events of Corvo's life, the assassin that killed Jessamine Kaldwin; Daud ended up regaining your interest to some degree. You claim to not have favorites yet you are hostile towards the assassin as you warn him of his inescapable conclusion, but you offer him a chance to alter it. You knew he would take whatever you offered him and so you gave him the name "Delilah" and observed like always. You switched between Corvo and Daud until the latter completed his mission and come face-to-face with Corvo. You did not hesitate to remind Daud of his past actions and left the man once more stewing in his own past. You had better things to do and the former had lost your interest once more.
You leave your marked alone and simply watch for the next fifteen years. You knew something big was coming and you were fascinated once more to see how things played out. There were always painful glimpse of space and time thrown your way; showing you the different possibilities but you would not know which one would take place until it started.
And so you waited.
With everything you've witness and experienced, one thing you would never get use to was not knowing what would happen to yourself. You were a being of legends and tales used to scare children, something much greater than a mind could wrap around, but you
didn't even know about your own fate.
It was what made things strange when you found yourself outside of the Void and tossed into a place away from known territory. You knew nothing of this place and the people that inhabited it. You did not like it. You are not a fan of the unknown after knowing more than a being could possibly imagine. You no longer floated above the earth although the shadows still clung to you like smoke. You felt yourself breathing actual air instead of the indescribable existence of the Void that was something akin to the constant feeling of drowning. You are not quite human like you were before but you could feel the change in the air around you.
You were not the being that you were once before...something lesser and unfamiliar but at the same time...still you. So what do you plan to do with yourself now? Your curiosity will lead you to travel and observe. Just because you weren't in the Void, did not mean you were free from the curse of the sacrifice that made you who you were today.