It is strange for such a God in favor of order to have a High Priestess so chaotic.

Valira did not come from roots where Vorgoth had been in her blood. She lost her faith in both Sarien and Aelia and Vorgoth simply called out to her in her time of need instead. The Lux Pantheon had been useless, worth nothing and did not even show themselves to their devoted followers. Yet, a great God like Vorgoth took no time to draw out his avatar in order to seduce her, in order to promise her riches and care beyond what any from the Lux Pantheon could give her. Convinced by his offer, she was more than happy to become a Daevun (Dhampir) in order to be sanctioned as a full fledged Vrilla (Cult Member). She was heavily devoted, spoke prayers every night, every morning and whenever she craved the help. So much so that Vorgoth had chosen her to be his High Priestess. What his message had been came through her. What orders he gave were spoken from her lips. She was his voice, his eyes, his proof of existence. Valira was order.

With more power, though, came madness. With more time spent within her own crazed devotion, her own mind had begun to spiral with no hope of returning. She is hopelessly following his creed in her own way, causing chaos to create order. She has pronounced herself as The Horned Behemoth's Queen and did not waste any time to feed her ego. With a complex rivaling the Gods, she dominates those who would rather cower to a set of Gods that wouldn't even listen to them; she seduces those who have lost faith. If Lord Vorgoth had more devotees, she would gain more power. More power meant she would be even more useful. Usefulness equalled permanence. She, after Vorgoth, would be the Empress. She would be the sole Priestess. The most reliable one. The last Priestess.