It was painful, at first.
The feeling of one's soul being ripped from the body was a pain unlike any other. Her body was on fire, a heat hotter than any flame could produce, as if she were thrown into the heart of a volcano. It was blinding, and she closed her eyes and screamed in her agony into the black void, with nothingness as her response.
And just as soon as the pain had begun, it ended. Her naked body appeared in an open field, surrounded by a lush and serene meadow. She felt nothing. Remembered nothing. Nothing but rage. Rage and hatred for the Earth and all its inhabitants.
She snorted with disgust at her surroundings as she scrambled to her feet, muttering curses under her breath. A black and gold staff with a blood red orb at its head appeared before her. She was drawn to it, unable to deny its thrall over her. Power surged through her when she touched it, and with it an ornate dress clothed her.
She walked over to a nearby pond and smiled at her reflection, reveling in her newfound attire. An animal cry caused her to look off in the distance, where a group of dinosaurs tromped through the field. She scowled at the sight of it, raised her staff and let out a bloodcurdling scream. The ruby in the staff flashed and the sky turned black as night, summoning lightning bolts to strike the creatures dead.
She cackled at the sight. She would have her revenge. And all of humanity would fall with her name on their dying breath.
Bandora.
