Intro- Corruption's Catalyst

She was an eloquent beauty, so easily corrupted by the horrors of this world. Darkness had consumed her and pulled her past the brink of her sanity, that which was once filled with purity became a corrupt blight upon the world, unstoppable and relentless. Her troops were powerful, disciplined warriors… without fear such as the corrupt soulless beings around them. All had come to fear her, and yet all she wished for was a bit of love in this world of tormented souls.

The sky had darkened, filled with burning soot such as her blackened heart as her throat charred from the fire burning firmly within her. She could feel the flames in the depths of her abdomen as soot settled within her body and the cries of torturous screams echoed throughout the air.

Slicing through heart after heart, flesh after flesh, body after body she was forced to question herself in the heat of battle. Was this truly all she was meant for… and yet, why was it that she felt such a rush in these disasters, a sadistic delight in the torturous feelings of agony that cried around her much like the suppressed emotions she held trapped deep within?

With each cry she felt a little freer, with each scream her own pain was released from her being, with each clash of tooth and nail she finally felt… alive. Combat was the only way for her to cope, it was the only thing she knew… it was her entire life. After all, what else could she possibly know with the past she waged? They don't seem to understand... *sigh* I suppose explanations are in due.

At the age of a five year old Hatchling she took her first kill against a seasoned Templar and lived to tell the tale, cleaving her way through their swarms whilst making her escape, at the age of six she was kidnapped into a corrupt tournament where forty others were forced to fight her, one after the other, to their deaths, at the age of seven she was the main instrument in a cataclysmic war as she violently fought for her homeland. Could anyone blame her for becoming so corrupt in the face of all these troubles, of all these problems?

Faced with no other choice but to turn battle to a game so as to maintain some form of sanity, some form of dragon hood, she knew she was slowly losing her mind… but she didn’t know how to stop it. By eight she was kidnapped once more, her hired guards tried hard to protect her but were never quite good enough with her sneaking off in the dead of night to train. This time she was pulled to an experimental lab where the Inshaune virus was injected into her, her once white scales turned shadowed and she annihilated her captors with no remorse. The cooperation tried desperately to recapture their new weapon but were decimated and destroyed in the process. These... these problems... they didn't even scratch the surface of all she had gone through.... of all the suffering her and her family were forced to endure.

She was so… tired of this world… so sick of these people… so…. Everything needed to be cleansed, all needed to be destroyed. This corrupt being created by the very man it came from unleashed it’s wrath upon the world. None would escape her violent rage. When nothing was right, when everything was wrong, the world must start anew. All her good memories lay within the very battles she waged and the allies she gained in war… but even so… even they could not remain… for they were all corrupt along side herself.

“Can you really blame me? Man has brought this on themselves. Hehehe, what’s wrong? Scared to face what you’ve created? How… completely and utterly pathetic of you. Well, if mercy is what you wish for… I shall hasten you to your graves. But my friends... I like you, you shall be the last to die… and then I shall follow. My only regret is that I couldn’t find a love in this life… if only… maybe then I could’ve been saved. Maybe then, none of this would've occurred”

Chapter One- Birth Of A Monster

Her mother never wanted her, at least... not at the start

Her Theme Song
Bad Apple by Christina Vee- https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PUWsonk-M38