The death had transformed Sister Aryan in many ways; she couldn't quite say if it was the Liches' indifference that had stilled her heartbeat, or if the burgeoning power of darkness had eaten away at her faith. Now, cloaked in a renewed fleshly shell, the Lich lady decided to lead a different life after death than the one she led before.
First things first, she shed her nun's habit. Trying on the shamelessly fashionable attire of the Demon Race, as well as the popular yet, in Aryan's view, indistinguishable styles of the Elves. No matter the style, Aryan was eager to experiment, admiring her new self in the fitting mirror. With an indifferent gaze characteristic of the dead and a politely curved smile on her lips, she cast off all the wonderful garb and changed back into her nun's habit.
