She was just a young troll, almost a wriggler, sitting on top of her friend's hive. The young troll's name was Meenah, and upon the building she sat with her friend Kankri. Even after knowing each other a few sweeps, their blood colors were still mysteries to each other; she hid her fins behind think braids and he never once cut himself or blushed around her. It was better this way, blood color just plagued the mind with judgements of status. The sun was going to rise and both of them knew that, it meant she would have to return to the sea and his guardian, a jade blood as he described her, would come to get him. A mother of sorts. She was so envious of the fact he had a troll mother instead of a lusus when she hardly even had a lusus. That good for nothing squid was always with the Empress, never once cared for her. She hated it. Even now she was ranting to Kankri about her lusus who was almost never around, being careful not to admit any large details. While she suggested more violent ways of dealing with her matter, he calmed her and spoke of more rational ideas which she listened to until the day Kankri and Meenah were both at the beach. It was then where some of the other sea dwellers came from the water and noticed them. They knew who she was, then again, how could they not, but Kankri was someone they didn't know. They went at him ready to fight, but she wouldn't allow it.
Meenah hadn't killed anything before, but it seemed to come so easily. She drew her trident and challenged the purple bloods, slaughtering them. It felt so overwhelming, so great... When she turned to Kankri his face showed fear and horror at her actions. Who was he to judge her?! She just saved him! She reached out for him but he backed up towards the hill separating beach from field.
"Kankri?" it was his guardian calling for him, and hearing such a thing he took the opportunity to sprint away to safety, leaving her covered in blood. She listened to their voices fade as they left her, her mind sparked on an adrenaline high, the joy of killing filling her. That was when she heard more splashing from the water, another seadweller? Turning around, blood still splattered across her skin she saw those kind yet judging eyes of the Empress. How she hated her, despised her kind ways, hated her justice, hated her peace. Anger and blood lust combined in her and just as she was about to speak Meenah lunged at her and pierced her through the chest, the royal fushia blood spilling out over her clothing and Meenah's trident. Eyes widening, she watched the Empress fall to the ground, clutching at her wound, coughing and struggling to get back into the sea, to get help somehow. No, Meenah would end this, finally. Lifting her trident once more, she brought it back down, forcing it into the royal Peixes over and over again until she lay there dead in a pool of her own blood which mixed with the sea. Her sea. Meenah was ruler now. She couldn't help but laugh to herself as she removed the Empress's crown and slid it onto her head. She wanted a name though, something the public would remember. Not 'the empress,' no that would make her seem like every other before her, just another pawn. She would be... The Condescension. Her Imperial Condescension.