Hidden Within Each Heart
While the others were busy spending their nights the way they wanted, slumbering deep within the ruined lab of Mono, laid a clanking hunk of conscious metal. Hidden so deep that the infernal was barely hidden under the tiles, a blob of an iron monster with eyes more massive than her face, and arms twisted above her head and legs so short they were barely visible under her giant face. That was, what remained of Aurora–both the master of the mother of automatons and the false daughter to the king of Crows.
She'd planted the seeds for a plunder long ago, she was herself; the master of a prodigy as well as the princess of Elenaris, all at the same time. How? With but one shake of the hand with an unnamed devil. He gave her that ring that powered the first automaton–the very same princess that had now turned to dust and rubble.