Prologue
`He watched his children fight, he watched his soldiers turn on each other, he watched as the world he created started to fall apart. So many people ask him every day and night for guidance, for strength, for forgiveness, and for patience, and all he would do is sit in his chair like a kid with an ant farm. One day, he'd have to clear the canvas and start fresh, paint it black and slowly bring light back. He was losing faith in his children, he was losing faith in his own soldiers. However in the mess that was the canvas, covered in black, he saw two specks of color fighting against it, these two specks of color refused to be covered by the black, they fought for there right to remain colors. These two specks gave him faith again, because no matter how many times they were covered in black, they fought their way above it, to show their color, to shine, maybe it was time that he help these two specks bring light back to the whole canvas. What better to fight black, than the deepest shade of black itself, so he'd send the darkest of black, to help the colors win their fight.
It was like nothing they had ever seen before, and they had seen a whole hell of a lot. Nothing had ever made their stomachs turn like this did. The two hunters had never seen anything so sickening, so disturbing, so demonic. They fought every fiber in their being that said to turn and run, never looking back. They stayed and fought against the evil instead. It was what they did. The two hunters would forever remember that day. The day that they saw true evil, the day that a tiny, sweet, innocent child wiggled her way into their hearts, the day that for both would change their lives forever. It was also the day that the child would remember, if only through nightmares, the day that she was rescued from hell, the day that she felt what family was again. The day that would forever haunted her and motivate her. It was the day that she started the journey towards who she would become.