Hatred…
That was the very first emotion Echidna ever understood.
Before love, before hunger, before fear, there was just pure… unfiltered hatred directed at her very existence.
The world she was born into didn't deal in shades of gray neither did it deal with pity.
There were humans, weak but many in number, clinging to their "righteousness" and "morals."
And there were demons reveling in their strength…
The only law in this world was survival of the fittest, if you weren't strong enough, you would have everything taken away from you.
Echidna was neither a human nor a demon. She was both… A half-breed.
Or rather what people loved to call a mistake.
In the small human village where she grew up, she learned quickly to hide.
She filed the small, budding horns on her forehead down every morning until her forehead bled, and she covered the wounds with her thick bangs.
