Ma-bell

Ma-bell lived in Atlantis where her southern domain began. Her power grew greatly as she grew older. Many mortals took her measure, but the true challenge lay in wading through the language she threw which promised service and brotherhood and proved a foolish web into which the unsuspecting were often caught. Her wiles were contained, not in her power, but in her promises. As one gnashed their teeth, finding themselves caught in her wiles, she would convince them to pay heed to her promises, to believe and come back again to worship at her altar. For one could not escape her wiles. We lived in her domain. You could not escape. This was her place. You would ultimately bow your head in obediance, no matter how you attempted to extricate yourself from her influence. Her words were a mire into which your feet were forever stuck. There was no remedy, no plan to extricate oneself from the thick, viscuous morass in which she lived. Her domain was a trap to the unwary and wary, alike. Oh shame and sadness were here only gifts.