In the time before time itself, she was born of ash and fire. But still human in her own right. She grew like any normal child. Working, slaving..there was not much for a female child to do in these times. There were no luxuries..only slavery and those who owned them.
But gifts were handed out sparsely by the gods. Hallow's people believed in many, though some lost faith after the repeated droughts.
Hallow by age, A'Janae by birth.
Her gift became known when at night..the bodies of the dead animals would crawl from their soil graves and beg at her doorstep. Having no control over it, she had no idea how to make it stop.
Accused of being a demon, she was cast away at the age of seven. Found by a warlock, she was taught her abilities and when she came of age, she sought revenge on those who mistreated her.
Never to age..Never to die.
She would never have to worry about being worthless again. Given more power than she could ever imagine, she found the strength to channel that gift into something Nightmares are made of.
Submitting her family to what she was redused to caused Hallow great joy in a morbid fashon..but their corpses served her forever..without rest. The souls may not be in her grasp, but who needs the soul when you have the body.
Never far from her side, was her Nightmarish lover..confidant..pet, Axiom. Every decidion she made, she told him about no matter what. He was her better half and she cared about him above all others. True emotion was void from the necromancer when not in the company of Axiom.
She was the epitomy of deception.
And Hallow wouldn't have it any other way.
