Bio

Likes

Blood

Dislikes

Gnomes. Considers them chew toys.

Story

Memories of her former life before the transformation are blurry. She does not remember much, if anything at all. Death and destruction appear to be all she has ever known.Before the ritual she spent her time as a mercenary, assassin, bounty hunter, murder for hire, the worst of the worst. She never stayed in one place for long and when she wasn't indulging in spilled guts and trails of corpses she practiced the dark arts. Including, but not limited to: summoning demons, blood sacrifices, necromancy, and witchcraft. She kept to herself and was only known by others as the Herald of Death.She found comfort in the darkness, a home in the shadows.Eventually her dark practices and shady sidework lead her to the point of no return. A job went south and she was captured by a San'layn cult.The cult planned to use her as a sacrifice in an ancient ritual. Upon discovering this, she secretly gathered what information she could about the ritual and began plotting a way to change the outcome. Kill or be killed. Trust no one. Two phrases she had engraved into her mind to survive on her own for as long as she had.When the night of the ritual came, everything changed. Blood moon high in the sky, a dense ghostly fog creeping through the land, not a bird or insect dared to make a sound.
The cult members gathered around a large blood sigil drawn in the soil. Bones and carcasses littered the ground around it. Vayne stood in the middle of the large sigil; tattered clothes clung to her body, markings drawn in blood covered her skin.The cult members began chanting in ancient tongues known only to them.
Slowly her body rose off the ground and she began levitating gently, the large blood sigil below her pulsed softly with a hellish glow.The faintest smirk spread across her face for she knew they would not succeed. She had found a way to tamper with the ritual when no one was looking, adding her own dark demonic magic. She did not know what the outcome would be, but she knew anything was better than what they had planned for her.A certain death. Completely erased from existence.The ritual reached its peak and her tampering not only altered the blood magic, it amplified it. A rush of power surged through her body. She lurched in agony as her head whipped back so hard her neck snapped. But that did not kill her, for the dark magic had already begun to intertwine with her soul.The cult members continued chanting, they had not yet sensed that something was wrong with the ritual.The blood markings on her skin began to glow, burning themselves into her, engraving into her very being. The massive sigil on the ground burst with a bloody red light, bright enough to blind anyone brave enough to stare into it. Shadows errupted from the ground beneath them shooting upwards and twisting around her body like vines.Vayne's body levitated higher, her limps twisting and writhing in pain, eye sockets burning bright blood red. Horns burst through her scalp, her teeth formed into sharp vampiric fangs. Black claws grew where her nails once were. She wailed in agony as her body and soul transformed into something monstrous.In that moment she did not fear death, she befriended it.The cult members quickly realized the ritual was not going as planned. But before they could make a move, Vayne broke free of the shadowy tendrils detaining her and crashed down to the ground. Her body transformed into a large demonic bat-like creature. She moved like a knife. Slaughtering them all, her unnaturally fast reflexes ripping them apart before they could even scream. She gutted them. She didn't just kill, she erased them, giving them the same end they had intended for her. She killed until there was no one left to kill.TO BE CONTINUED...