Prologue
Cidolphus Bunansa cringed as he held his wife's hand as he was about to become a father for the second time. However, his mind was thinking of something else. His newborn child was about to become the subject of a secret experiment, hidden from the emperor himself. She was to become the first living weapon in the history of Ivalice. The crazed doctor smiled as he heard the cries of his daughter for all the wrong reasons. The doctors rushed the infant to the Draklor Laboratory, never to be held or cared by anybody. Cid walked briskly down the halls, the technicians stood in the lab at the end. His daughter was about to become a Hume goddess in every sense of the word. History was finally going to be back in the hands of man. The lesser scientists greeted him as he walked into the room.
"Doctor, the nethicite has been liquefied and is ready for injection," said one of the scientists.
"What of the catalyst? We must have it to succeed," said Cid with conviction.
"On standby," announced another scientist. "Rozzaria won't know what hit them."
"Gentlemen, today we put history back into the hands of man," announced Cid "Start the procedure." Scientists and technicians swarmed around a small steel table; poking, or prodding the infant. After the catalyst was injected the room suddenly became drenched in mist and everyone started to panic. Cid stood like a statue with a neutral look on his face when the mist faded. When the infant was examined, there were three marks on her body, one between the shoulders and one on each hand. It looked as if she had three tattoos of different symbols. Cid recognized them at once; they were symbols of destruction, darkness, and light.
Four years later, the girl had just started to exhibit her unique powers. Her father had her wear a bracelet of manufacted nethicite to control them. She was currently studying when she heard the click of the many locks on her door.
"Come, Demia," said Cid, "Time for your training." Demia knew what would happen if she disobeyed, what her mother would do. She followed her father into the grounds on the way to the training building. She glanced at her brother conversing with his friends. She hated him with every fiber of her being. He was allowed to have friends while she was lock up in a room like an animal. Their eyes met and she glared at him. He looked at her in a way she didn't recognize. Was it love, or compassion? How could he not hate her? Everyone hated her; her parents, the girls next door, even the gods hated her, or so she was told by her father. She looked at the ground like she was supposed to. After all, it was impolite for animals to meet people in the eye.
AN: My internet is down so updates may take a while for some time. hopefully I'll be able to get it fixed soon.