Before it all began

There was a woman standing on a mountain of corpses.

She stood alone.

Back straight, while her long locs of hair twisted into medium lengths; was styled into a complicated style, flowed around her. Breath even.

The attire she wore; consisting of a hide material acquired from kills; covering her medium breast and another to make a skirt she had snatched from one off one of the bodies lying around, to cover her flared hips and curved derriere.

Her gaze held no emotion.

Even though the eyes were exquisitely beautiful: her eyes the color of the palest blue were almost as stark as her white locs. Her skin, which usually possessed the reddish fertility color of the earth, was now dyed red from the blood. Around her, the vultures flew above.

While around her below: the scavengers stole parts of the dead.

Her face was cold. The massacre she had left behind had been effortless. Not daring to spare anyone—she lied she spared a few.

Shivering and kneeling before her were those who served her.

She did not spare them a glance but continued to focus her gaze and looked up at the heavens and sneered.

What is she?

Beast guise as two-legged walkers.

What did she want?

To kill those who made her hurt so.

Those dwelling in the heavens able to easily look down in the middle realm saw this woman.

More beautiful than a goddess, more sensually made than a demoness. She was simply an abomination.

A few sneered, hoping she would die, condemning her for still breathing life. While others simply stared at the female who seemed to be more powerful than a goddess. To them, she was a being that should never exist, but she had.

What makes the two different?

Gods and demons?

The desire in their hearts.

Gods had no such lowly desires, becoming slaves for them. Those are for the lowly beings.

Since their founding, they held absolute power until this woman appeared, challenging them.

The ruler of the heavens had thought it was time for these lower beings to be purged, leaving room for those they had deemed worthy to

Slaughtering them.

Should they not begin to hate?

These gods had lived so long, ruled so long from the beginning of time, but unknowingly what they did not know is that before time itself there was the Kazmetik-kin kind and their Primordial kind. What was time for such omnipotent beings?

Nothing but an eyesore that controlled them.

Still, they had warred, suffered, died and eventually were forced to slumber.

Then the gods, in their ignorance emerged, time started with a spark.

Who was the instigator?

The one in the background looking at the emergence of these powerful beings like a joke?

No one knew.

This female, she had been among the Kazmetik-kin and Primordial kind.

One of the few who rather forget their origins than slumber.

To suffer until she found that others were able to make her become anchored.

How long?

If you wished to measure in the words of time, how exactly?

Universal time?

Kazmetik time?

Galaxy?

Domain?

Realms?

Time of gods?

It is unknown, but it has been too long.

It doesn’t matter, anyway.

Defiant, her mind fragmented, she gripped her bloodied weapon.

An entire sun and moon to kill them all.

Until the entire mountain desert area was littered with bodies of all ages.

The weapon in her hand was a massive trident; a long middle prong with a needle-like tip slowly extending to a twisted barb.

The two on the outer side—left and right had dual sharp edges.

The handle she held was long and twisted, a rare weapon she was able to summon at will.

On her opposite shoulder sat a magnificent bird. Its long neck was bare but its head had a plum of white feathers forming a single line almost like a crownet.

The eyes on each side of its head were an encompassing black width.

The beak was sharp with the upper curved downward.

This bird normally would be around three meters, but now it was a quarter of her size.

Raising the weapon and tipping it slightly, she released a low roar!

Immediately the sky darkened, blotted out by the fifty-over majestic birds who swooped down to feed on the dead.

(You are an abomination! Your entire clan deserved to die for their sins! Young! Unborn young! Females! This lowly slave begs for justice! Punish this unbeliever! Punish this sinner for marring your world with its filth!)

“Aky svzx bmodnabitonh! Aky swahlehmeh watarahji deh xcusmnin! Rhmweh! Bhmweh! Kmehake! Kyaqwedehmek zu huhuklqeh! Zehbvehk buhuguh! Zehvehk waghah cu qwerhjaklu buloi!”

(totally Was winging it there, bahaha)

The woman watched coldly as the birds dove and in a few moments picked that one survivor who struggled against the attacks and picked her to death.

Satisfied, she turned to leave. Perhaps she will meet males to help reproduce once again.

Her hearts may ache, her mind may be unstable but she has-

*BOOM*

*RUMBLE*

*BANG*

A flash of energy, a mixture of gold and red flashed vaporizing immediately the flock of birds in one strike.

The woman paused and became startled.

Soon after the Sound followed once again and with a bang she was struck several times until she stumbled.

Shaking her head, she leapt away, moving some distance leaving the thunder behind.

Soon after another sound and she was struck at such a rapid pace, she fell on her knees and spat silver blood.

Wiping her mouth, she tilted her exquisitely beautiful face even the goddesses above envied up to the sky and stared.

She wished to speak but could only emit a broken howl; in anger, pain, and hate. Parting her lush pink-tinged lips, she bared pearl white teeth with four fangs, while the remainder was simply blunt.

Where her tongue is supposed to be, there laid empty. It had been cut, leaving her a mute.

Her once-proud arm guards had been cut from bare biceps; the rings around her neck signifying she was a mated female with three consort males and a mother of four.

They, too, had been removed.

Her right hand had a sleeve of traditional markings made by her three consorts into a tribal mark of beauty.

A mark against her once flawless flesh.

She roared again at the heavens.