The Embodiment of Violence.

Miss Fiona was unlike any other child in the Holy Light Empire. At the time of her birth, dark clouds came rolling in as Lady Mera was doing her best in bringing the Young Miss into this world. Upon her being pushed out successfully, lightning struck around the estate as if celebrating the birth of their lord. She didn't cry but she didn't have problems breathing either. The female healers were stumped at seeing this but at the time, no one took much notice of it due to the happiness and joy of Lady Mera and Lord Leon.

It didn't take long for those of the Ashe Family to understand that something wasn't quite right with Miss Fiona as years passed. She rarely spoke to anyone and when she did speak, it was short and to the point. Or incredibly disturbing...

"Is it good to hurt others?" Fiona asked her parents.

Lord Leon and Lady Mera did not know exactly what brought on such a question. They were just finishing up dinner and were about to leave the table before their daughter asked this question. The husband and wife looked at each other, both unsure of how to handle this correctly. Their daughter was unlike any other noble child but that didn't mean they didn't love her with all of their being.

"No." Lady Mera answered.

"That's right, daughter. You shouldn't hurt anyone unless they hurt you first." Lord Leon added.

"It is okay to hurt others if they hurt me first?" Fiona asked.

"Yes...?" Sweat dripped down Leon's forehead. Who would dare try and hurt his daughter? It should be okay to tell her this much, right? A good father wouldn't want someone to hurt his daughter and have her do nothing in response right?

"Okay." For the first time in four years, Leon and Mera saw their daughter smile and all uneasiness vanished into the air.

Neither of who truly understood why she was smiling as she happily skipped away to her room to prepare for bed. It wasn't until the next day that Lord Leon and Lady Mera realized that their daughter was not all right in the head. The day started off very normally with Miss Fiona being taught by her teacher. Hired and brought in from the capital while the Lord and Lady worked around the house.

Then suddenly, a bloodcurdling scream echoed throughout the estate. This scream wasn't just a single scream and it was over. No, this cry for help repeated several times before someone eventually broke down the door to the study room. Those at the door's entry doorway were flabbergasted and at a lost once they saw the young lady covered in blood standing over the mutilated body of her teacher whimpering for someone to save him.

One would think that when the Young Miss was caught in view of everyone, she would be startled, guilty, shocked, or anything resembling how a normal human would react in the same situation. However, she only briefly looked over at the door before continuing to beat Scholar Thomas to death with the wooden ruler. The cries of Scholar Thomas slowly diminished to nothingness as he passed on to the afterlife. Although late, eventually the knights grabbed and restrained the Young Miss before having to explain what they saw to Lord Leon and Lady Mera.

"You wish to tell me that my four-year-old daughter managed to overpower and kill a mage?" Lord Leon softly laughed.

The Head Knight and his subordinates knew that this was a difficult thing for Lord Leon to swallow. It was hard for themselves to understand! Young Miss Fiona didn't have the slightest potential for magic as far as they tested. So, it was practically impossible for anyone to understand just how the Young Miss managed to kill her teacher. A child's strength was nothing compared to an adult's especially an adult who had knowledge on elemental and physical magic.

Lord Leon couldn't understand anything and it only made him angry. He ordered the knights to keep a close watch on his daughter until he could deal with the death of Scholar Thomas and give a suitable explanation for his death. Lady Mera was inconsolable after hearing that her daughter might be a monster and a killer. She cried, barely ate, and refused to even look at Fiona.

Time passed and the situation of Noble Family Ashe took a turn for the worst. They were forced to reimburse the royal family for the loss of one of their precious court mages. This reimbursement heavily drained on the Ashe Family's money and even caused them to lose reputation among the other noble families. As Lord Leon did everything, he could to keep his family afloat and their lives unchanged, he had little time to pay attention to his daughter and wife.

Lady Mera's very quickly took ill after not taking care of her health. This illness only got worse as time went on with Lord Leon doing his best to save his estate. If Lord Leon could barely watch his daughter, what say of the knights who were unsure if they would continue to be paid by Lord Leon? Now, the Young Miss was free to explore the estate as she liked.

One day, she walked by herself to the nearby city of Ingras. It was the city directly controlled and ruled by her father. She snuck away from the knights who could care less about watching the little freak and made it to the city without disguising herself at all. Fiona felt a sense of freedom for the second time in her life and quickly understood why.

Fiona strolled around town by herself, happy as can be. Everyone treated her nicely because of her cute and sweet appearance. No one gave her any trouble because of her expensive clothes and accessories knowing that it would be their family in trouble if anything bad happened to the little noble lady. Eventually, Fiona strolled inside a weapon's shop.

Weapons of all kinds littered the walls of the establishment. Fiona's light blue eyes lit up in wonder as she saw the different kinds of weapons. The blacksmith manning the counter only looked at the little girl in confusion before she stopped before one of the most unpopular type of weapons in the kingdom, a club.

Clubs were mainly seen as the weapons of orcs. Orcs were one of the many enemies of humanity. Humanity preferred swords and spears over any other type of weapons which is why he had mostly swords and spears in his shop. But back in the day as a young adventurous lad, he fought against several types of weapons and seen even more. Humanity's prejudices against weapons of other races was foolish in the blacksmith's opinion.

"I want this." Fiona pointed to the spiked metal club hanging on the wall.

"Do you have any money, kid?" He rested his head on his hand as he looked down on her.

"..." Fiona checked her pockets before coming to a realization of what he was talking about. "Will this be enough?" She took off her necklace with a golden amulet attached to it.

"Let me take a look." He grabbed the amulet from her hand and closely inspected the quality of it.

He didn't doubt that she was a noble or anything like that, but that club was one of his masterpieces. Embarrassingly enough, he tended to do better on unorthodox weapons rather than swords and spears despite making more swords and spears over anything else. After taking a close gander at the amulet, he nodded his head at the little child.

"You can get your parents to come and..." Litus's words got caught in his throat as the little thing barely tall enough to reach his knee grabbed the spiked metal club by the head with ease and walked out gripping the handle.

Fiona didn't turn back as she made her way to a certain place within Ingras. A certain place that she heard about in much detail from the complaints, whining, and murmurs of the commoners. It was the hideout of the infamous Dirty Hands Gang! Well at least, one of the hideouts... Lord Leon's knights regularly did their best to try and exterminate the gang, but they were tenacious like rats.

With the current plight that the Ashe Family was going through, Dirty Hands Gang grew more out of control and outrageous during this time. The little city of Ingras that used to be known as the city of Lord Leon was slowly turning into the city ruled by Rudy, leader of the Dirty Hands Gang.

Fiona walked up to one of the bars frequented by the gang. She kicked open the bar's door without a trace of emotion on her face with a metal club that was far too large for a kid of her size held behind her back. All of those drinking, conversing, and playing games in the bar could only stare in silence at the sight of the little girl. Long straight pink hair that nearly touched the floor with a cute little light blue bow wrapped on top of her head, cold empty aqua blue eyes, and a strange mark on the center of her forehead.

The mark was in the shape of a black star. It glowed with a faint light as black lines began to crawl down her body from the mark. No one knew when it happened but all of a sudden, the little girl disappeared from their sight and the sound of something splattering against the wall sounded out inside the bar. Fiona grinned ear to ear when she felt the warm blood splashing against her skin once again.

"Oops." Fiona realized she made a mistake. "Father said that I could only hurt people that hurt me first. I apologize." Fiona cutely bowed her head to the twitching corpse.

"Please try to hurt me. Mother and Father said I can only hurt people who hurt me first." Fiona politely requested.

"Kill that freaky brat!" Someone screamed as everyone grabbed their weapons.