The Queen of Despair by GlassSuicune
Note: Phantasy Star belongs to SEGA. Always. What series this takes place in can be up to the reader, I guess... But the character it's about should be obvious.
She should've known she'd find herself back here again.
That pitiful hunter was far stronger than she had anticipated. The hunter's friends, as well. Though she was certain she damaged them physically, mentally, and emotionally (although, hoping all three were inflicted with pain on the entire group may have been wishful thinking), she failed to take at least one of their seemingly worthless lives. At least, their lives were worthless to her.
As the darkness shut her out from the outside world, despite her mind wishing it would go away and let her try again, she wondered where she had gone wrong. She was stronger than they were, she had been sure of it... Maybe if she had used her full power immediately, it would've helped. But instead, she had deemed them weak, thinking they would be finished in a matter of seconds. But they held on, and destroyed her body, forcing her back into this dark prison, until enough of her power was restored.
The dark being stopped to think again, floating aimlessly in the void. Time and time again she would regain her power and take a host, causing as much pain and suffering as she possibly could, in a desperate struggle for nothing more than the destruction of the planets. She was ruthless and cruel, an unstoppable force of nature. Any resistance was futile...
But yet, a small group that barely compared to the hundreds she consumed, always beat her.
Whose efforts were futile? Theirs? Or hers?
She had to chuckle at the irony of these thoughts. Most would reconsider their actions and reform, but not her. There was no redemption for a monster like her. She knew full well what would become of her when she finally died, and there was nothing she could do to change or prevent it. Her fate was sealed. She could never hope to change.
Besides, she liked being bad.
If her fate was decided no matter what she did, she would bring as many people down with her, block out as much light, exterminate as many fools calling themselves heroes, as she possibly could. As monotonous as that was, it was all she knew how to do, and for some sick reason, it made her feel better.
She had been called many things...
A goddess of destruction.
A bringer of darkness.
The master of all evil.
A monster.
But a queen of despair...
...
She often wondered what they meant by the last one.
After all, when one wallows in despair and inflicts it on others, how can you be sure?
Note: Boredom and sleep deprivation again.