Born into the home of nobility, wealth and power were hers without asking. The worldly accessories were handed to her from birth, and yet there was something she desired more than anything.
Some find despair or fear in pain, and some grow to hate or flee from it, but not her. Within pain, when agony spiked her temperature until her body burned hot enough to steam her soul, that was where everything she desired came from.
To watch herself endure such torture and others scream in its wake was all she desired. That thrill, that momentary euphoria, and nothing else. Yet the world robbed her of that.
Everything came crashing when she watched, lustfully, as her own cousin bled to death.
It was an abomination. No noble could act like that.
Her own flesh and blood treated her like a monster, a creep, a demon seeking nothing but pleasure from blood.
