Before she fell, Fraus was known by the name Alethea. She was an aasimar of Savras, the Lord of Divination and the Third Eye. As other aasimars around her, she belonged to him, though she was one of his most trusted ones and was a member of his court. She often got away with more than others might, though this was mostly because she would lie her way out of trouble constantly. And with Savras’ trust in her, she was able to skate by doing whatever she wanted.

She was never good in her soul, though it took many years before she actually was struck from her position. She quite liked somewhat tormenting those on the Material Plane, taking joy in having their immediate trust and adoration simply because she was considered a holy figure. Having their appreciation despite doing nothing did wonders for her ego, and she thought herself untouchable.

Despite her relatively easy life, she wanted more. She wanted to be worshiped by others, the way people worshiped Savras. She didn’t mind the system she was in, being born to live for and praise a being above herself as an aasimar. But what she really wanted was to be the head of that position, the leader and person people praised and worshiped. She wanted to be a god.

But safe to say, her plan to overthrow her own did not go well. Savras caught on before she could even enact it, though who’s to say if she ever had a chance. Turns out surprising the god of divination is quite challenging. And we all know what becomes of an unruly aasimar, one with a shadowed and selfish heart far from the good nature they are all supposed to inhibit.

They fall.

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After falling, Alethea forgot her own name. It had been replaced in her mind with the name Fraus, and as far as she was aware, it had always been that. She might know logically that an aasimar’s name changes when they become fallen, but even if she was told it directly, her old one would feel wrong and alien to her ears.

The girl had absolutely nothing. Stricken to the Material Plane with intense wounds and sleep-ruining nightmares and night terrors, she was left weak and frail. Her head bled from the loss of her halo, her back burned from the destruction and transformation of her wings, and she had gained so many new eyes which disoriented her. She was lost, afraid, desperate, and had nowhere to go.

Initially, she struggled with anything and everything. Fraus was unable to get a good sleep for months, the nightmares preventing her from doing so. Dreams are the main language aasimar speak through to their gods and devas, but that language had been turned against her in punishment. And that symptom would never go away, though the terrors would become less frequent over time, and it would bother Fraus less and less the more they happened. While at first they would cause her to awake a trembling and pathetic mess, weak and scared, over the years they were no more than an inconvenience that only seemed to startle her in the seconds after jolting awake.

She had to become more self-sufficient. She tried to be seen as little people as possible, ashamed of her disgrace. She was disgusted by the creature she’d become and would rather isolate herself. Over the next few years, she was able to care for herself, finding a way to mask her fallen status through magic, her isolating causing her to get in her own head and obsess over what she lost. The magic could restore her wings and halo, with a few altercations that were easier to keep up. It could hide her scarring, vanish most of her new eyes, make her seem pure again. The wings were the hardest part and the most complex, but it was the most important one to her. She still couldn’t fly with them, after all she never takes care of her real, black ones. Fraus was so disgusted with her new form that she never bothered to preen the things, rather them become unhealthy instead of having to face it. But in the eyes of all who met her, she was exactly what she always had been.

Eventually, she began to form the cult of Tymora. She still wanted power, and if she couldn’t be a god, she’ll take it in whatever form it comes to her. Her charisma and false charm made the task easy, as well as the natural adoration she gained from the illusion of her pure aasimar status. Though, she now had an air to her which struck fear in others, even if they weren’t sure why. They didn’t know her true form, but Fraus radiated a terrible energy just by existing how she does- and that’s not even including her horrible behaviors.

Fraus personally does not care for Tymora much at all, picking a god that was already well-worshiped to avoid the goddess actually noticing her and her antics. After all, she does not worship her in the… traditional sense. Tymora, being a good-aligned god, doesn’t have cults usually, and yet Fraus created one in her name. One that sacrifices its members and kills for her. Thankfully, if the goddess had noticed the cult, she has yet to have stepped in- much to Fraus’ delight.

After all, the cult is simply a method for her to maintain control and authority. She became addicted to this life. The thrill of killing, of manipulating and controlling. She became more and more violent, her fallen state creating endless paranoia and terror that she takes out on the followers under her. Her gathering of people is sizable, but still small enough to have direct control over. Anytime anyone acts out of line, or gets too close, or even is just in a nightmare the aasimar happened to have, they are killed- all for Tymora, of course.

It was just bad luck!

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Currently, Fraus is still the High Priestess of her cult. She has been running it for many years, ruling through fear and killing anyone who steps out of line. She gets the worship she wanted, in a way, but found that terrifying the people under you makes it quite easy to control them. While not exactly what she wanted at the start, Fraus is happy with the way things are now. She maintains this life with careful precision, though her paranoia often gets the best of her. The girl is very unstable, and all of her followers are aware of this. She has killed a few people unnecessarily though her fear, but if the cult can stay put together, then there’s no reason to regret, now is there?

Fraus lacks remorse and care for those around her, only seeming to show any positive attention to her wife, Cherie. But even that relationship is full of toxic manipulation and could end any time, as far as the aasimar is concerned. But for now, she benefits by having companionship, and so the tiefling is allowed to live by her side and has been the only constant member for a long time. She treats her like garbage most of the time, but Cherie doesn’t seem to mind- perhaps even liking it, surprisingly enough.

Otherwise, Fraus tries to maintain the status quo as much as she can. Right now, her life is as perfect as it was going to get, and she aims to keep it that way, by any means necessary.

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