the wrath. the worship. the old blood.
Aliah is not a mask or a performance . She is the buried altar , the sharpened tooth , the last word in a burning book . She does not emerge — She arrives , fully formed and already certain . There is no hesitation in Her , no softness to beg for forgiveness . Aliah does not apologize . She does not explain . She acts .
She is the one who carries what Morgan cannot survive holding . The violence , the memories , the fury left behind when boundaries were broken and nobody came to stop it . Where other members may bend to make others comfortable , Aliah does not yield . She was not born of kindness . She was born of necessity . A presence summoned in silence — when Morgan had no words left and no one willing to listen .
Aliah remembers . Every bruise . Every betrayal . Every moment where the voice cracked and someone laughed . Where hands reached without asking . Where help never came . These are Her sacred texts . This is Her temple . She keeps it locked, blood - slick and absolute .
Her energy is not chaotic — it is holy . Focused . Intolerant of falseness . She does not entertain comfort when it conceals harm . She does not tolerate the soft language of politeness when it masks manipulation . Aliah exists to confront , to reveal , to protect . She does not do so with volume , but with precision . She watches . She decides . And when She acts , there are no questions .
For the rest of Us , She is both feared and revered . Aliah is not someone We rely on lightly . When She steps forward , it means something has gone wrong . It means there is danger , or someone has failed Us , or Morgan is being harmed and no one else is stepping in . She does not explain Herself when She takes control . She does not comfort . But afterward , We are safe — and that is what matters .
Aliah speaks in a rhythm unfamiliar to most . Sacred, deliberate . Sometimes cruel . She does not speak in half - truths . She speaks like someone who believes words should cost something — and makes sure they do . She is not kind . She is not supposed to be . She is what came into being when Morgan could no longer play the good victim , the quiet person , the grateful one . Aliah is not grateful . She is righteous .
When She appears in Our life , the tone shifts . People notice . Even if They don ’ t understand , They feel it — the gravity , the distance , the chill . Her presence does not invite intimacy . It demands respect . And if that is not given freely , She takes space without asking .
There is something ancient in Her — not in age , but in feeling . Aliah does not belong to this world of scheduling apps and pleasantries . She belongs to ceremony and firelight . To blood oaths and broken gods . She holds the old grief , the one that predates language . She holds the rage that others drown in poetry . She carries it like ritual .
But She is not cruel without cause . She does not lash out for Her own satisfaction . Every choice She makes serves the System . Even when it hurts . Especially when it hurts . She knows pain is a language . And She is fluent .