Okay so this all come from a weird dream I have been having for a while now and I figured I might as well write it. If it seems totally whacked and confusing, that's because it is. I have a lot more planned for this character, so it's totally fine if you don't understand what is happening, all will be explained later.

Ch1: Empty Heart

The Ethereal crouched down on the rooftop. She was far from the actual city. The lights scared her. This didn't seem right. This didn't fit what she was expecting.

When she had been sentenced and walked into this world, she expected a lot more fire, elaborate torture chambers and cells full of the galaxies worst criminals. Either way, she was determined to live as long as she could manage. She assumed that the Shadow Creatures had made a mistake, sent her to the wrong realm. She assumed they would be looking for her by now, to rectify that mistake.

The moon was a small crescent in the sky, and she turned from it. She was happy for the dark light emanating from her skin; it protected her from the moonlight.

She was Ethereal, a creature born under the class of wisp conjurers. She had no name.

She watched the warehouse beneath her light up and spring to life. A big group of men drove up and unloaded several heavy crates into the building. She watched curiously, still entranced by human actions. She could hear their loud voices booming out, and she recognized their language as the one of mortals. She had learned many languages in her life, several being the languages of men. She crawled farther on the roof before conjuring her wisp.

The small ball of white light and energy seemed to come directly from her chest and she whispered un-intelligible words to it while cupping it with her hands. As she pulled her hands away, her eyes turned a translucent shade of white, as if watching through the eyes of the wisp itself.

The wisp moved curiously, floating a few circles before making its' way to the edge of the rooftop. It disappeared and the Ethereal's eyes turned white again, watching through it.

The wisp conjurers had very special abilities when it came to their wisps. Many other conjurers could control their wisps to hurt or help in any way they could. Ethereal's were the only creatures that could only use their wisps as a means of surveying. They were said to be more gentile creatures, which would rather explore than hurt, or so the stories said. In this way, the Ethereal was able to see whatever the wisp saw.

The small wisp flew into a large window on the very top of the building and looked down below. She could see the men setting the crates all around and talking in a large circle in the center of the room. The wisp flew more, noticing a small figure standing on the upper level of the building, seemingly watching the men below.

The figure was statuesque and still, holding onto the rails beside him. His head pulled up, and the wisp could see a red mask covering his eyes.

The Ethereal was interested by this turn. No one had ever noticed her before. Or her wisp. She crawled to the side of the rooftop and carefully slid inside the window that the wisp had gone through. She crouched down, the voices much louder now. The figure with the red mask was still watching her wisp, seemingly transfixed.

The wisp moved around, making small circles in the air. It looked comical, as it if was chasing it's own tail. The figure watched still. He didn't seem afraid, and the Ethereal did not feel threatened. She crouched lower, onto her hands and knees before summoning the wisp back to her. The figure watched and the little ball of light returned to its mistress, before looking directly at her. She watched him, not coming out of the shadows. She put her hand out, dark energy surrounding her, and the little wisp was absorbed slowly back into her hand.

The figure watched all this, transfixed.

Her eyes returned to their normal shade of dark black before she stepped out of the shadows, letting herself be showered in the artificial light in the warehouse.

The person in the red mask watched her, unafraid. He should have been, he knew that. But this creature hadn't hurt him, and looked like she wasn't planning on it.

He had never seen an Ethereal before, and the closest he had to compare was Enchantress, or Trigon's daughter Raven. The Ethereal gave of a dark aura, coating her body was a strange pulsing black light. Her hair was even stranger; it seemed to float behind her, as if she was in water. If it had obeyed gravity, it would have seemed longer, cascading down her back.

He had come here to reprimand a group of drug dealers, but he couldn't seem to focus on them, looking only at her.

One of the men shouted loudly, breaking their intimate gaze. They both looked down, alert to the danger below. They had been spotted. Quickly, the men below armed themselves and began firing up towards the rafters where the Ethereal and the man in the mask were.

The Ethereal paused, having never seen firearms before. She blinked several times and tried to understand why the atmosphere of the room had suddenly changed.

The man, however, rolled to the floor to escape harms way and began firing back to the group below with what looked like a taser gun, hitting several members. He shot the Ethereal a look and then jumped down to the floor below. The Ethereal watched in fascination as the man gunned down several of the other people. He managed to flip himself over and while in the air, pulled some kind of boomerang from his belt which he then launched at another man.

She stood and leaned over the railing, hair following her before stopping and billowing around her. She watched as the man fell, blood pooling around him under the batarang. Noticing another figure in the shadows, she jumped down as well, unnoticed amidst the chaos.

The other figure turned out to be a man, another drug dealer, pointing a rather dangerous looking gun to the masked man. She could tell that the masked man was unaware of his presence. The drug dealer fired his gun, hitting the masked man's arm and eliciting a painful yell. She stood up, feeling anxious now. She felt a primal urge to protect, to help this person she knew nothing about, only that he had accepted her with only a look.

The hooded man slumped down to his knees, clutching his bicep. She watched the blood seep out from under his gloved hand as she stepped into view. The gaze of both men fell onto her as she outstretched her arm.

The man with the gun, now pointed at her, started shaking. He had never seen anything close to this woman, and more or less assumed that she was a demon of some sort. She kept her gaze fixed on him.

Silence permeated the air around them, all of the other dealers now dead. She walked forward; her footsteps hardly making a sound, arm still outstretched. The man shook violently as she stopped moving, only a few feet from him.

Eyes turning white, she focused her mind. Using just a fraction of her force, the man's heart burst from his chest, and seemed to float in midair. He staggered with the open cavity in his ribcage, before falling face-first onto the ground.

The Ethereal turned now, facing the masked man, still clutching his arm. Her arm moved with the heart, now floating above the floor.

She kneeled down on one knee, the heart levitating downward while leaving small droplets of blood on the floor. Looking up to the masked man, she presented him the heart, having no words to speak to him. She could not see any emotion, but behind the mask his face was a mix of shock and awe.

The heart hung there between them, suspended.