They took my everything from me.

And so, I took everything from them.

I reigned hell fire down upon those who dare oppose me. I became a deity to fear and worship.

My army walked the ashes to collect those who remained. Those who would bow, and those who would serve.

I built my empire upon the blood, and the bodies, of those who dare speak against my name.

I was powerful.

I was The Crimson Queen.

I was an endless well of rage and power.

…

Then one day, I heard something familiar.

A cry of pain and terror. The sound of a creature facing it’s death.

The sound of innocence crying out to the emptiness for help.