A lone figure stood by the sun drowned cliffs. The dying sun bathing her in brilliant light but alas, a dark aura surrounded her. The great light turned grim and haunting.
Oh so alone was she. The maiden of both good and evil. Heaven, and Hell. Angels, and Demons. The true walker of the night. For she is hated, forgotten, and oh so alone in the cruel world.
Her ebony hair, reaching past her waist, sways as if a breeze were around but as the sun finaly dies the dead silent air echo's with pure hatred and evil.
How dare her father. He abandoned her, tortured her, forsaken her! No! He is no father of hers. Only a past memory now. Her real father, Galator, her one and only, has vanished. Disappeared from her life.
Her head droops in defeat. All she has now is her forest, her very essence. The sweet smell of the trees and life there give no comfort to her. She is evil, demented, Lucifers very daughter...She is alone.
Her shadows spread around her like a halo of fire. Her eyes glowing a fierce crismon. The whites vanishing behind the blood and hate.
By @Raven58
