Pandaemonia Vlatek - Queen of All Vampire Huntresses
It was late at night while a scholar was reviewing his papers for the next evening. In fatiuge, he sighed and lifted himself from his studies, walking over to the open window and looking out, pushing aside the curtain which waved slightly with the breeze. He gently crossed his arms in front of his chest as he looked down from his old mansion which towered above the earth a good 20 stories. He looked down at the city, its gleaming lights, and the fires which brewed within the night, and the moaning cries of those who were dying from the battle which raged on. Yet no words slipped his cold, dry lips as he turned away, looking towards the door of his study room. The knob of the door began slowly to turn until the door began to creak open, softly, silently, almost as if this gesture were trying to drive him off the edge. And then, the door was flung open, and there she stood, her clothes all in holes, scratches, burns, and the shreading of cloth. Blood stained her clothes and her face, and a new scar was creased upon her upper blackened lip. The scholar studied on, in awe and shock as she fell to her knees, dropping both her Broadsword and her Switchblade which were once held tightly in her hands.
The man's words were sputtered, until he finally gave up, simply looking once more as she rose from her stance and looked to the man.
"Morexiana is now banquished of all those Holy beats!" she exclaimed in fury, glenching her fist. She then advanced forward towards the man as she picked up her Broadsword, "And you now are of no exception." And with those words, she quickly swung the Broadsword at his head...
Years went on, and Pandaemonia traveled all over the lands of Morexiana, killing those she saw who praised the words of the Holy. She also spoke in many towns of her deeds, and many followed her in her tasks to fulfill her eternal dream. And with her weapons by her side and her words which were heeded, she would succeed and come to power once again.
She grew up in a family which abused and neglected her rights to learn and become prosperous, though the exception was in trials of fighting which her father always taught her in. And if she failed in any of these tasks, she would be whipped for the times she had failed. And she tried as hard as she could, being told that no matter how hard she worked, she would never come to power of being the Queen of all the Vampire Huntresses, her eternal goal.
As she grew, her anger began to build and build, never being able to let out her feelings at any given time, for was told that was the highest form of weakness, and thus her heart became blackened and very cold. Especially towards the night when she grew older and killed her parents in out-right cold blood. She never regretted it, not even to this day. Why should she? "Regret nothing."
