Prologue
I wonder when it first began, my infatuation, no, my love for her. Where had this downward spiral of depression and self hatred rooted itself, where had my descent to madness begun. I knew my sanity was far gone it had been gone for many years now any; sensibilities I had left had been wiped clean, the constant torturous screams of my victims had made sure of that. I no longer felt remorse for my actions, their warm blood dripping down my side staining my clothing, any normal person would have gone mad from it. It took a certain kind of person to be able to do my job; to be able to listen to the stories of their families, their sons and daughters waiting for daddy to come home, and then murder that man not only minutes later. Some say the job haunts them for the rest of their miserable lives, it never bothered me in the slightest. But I digress the story I tell you today is one of a young woman, barely seventeen, when she first met her mistress - an older woman of numbered days who she swore her life to protect. Her master was not a gentle woman who spent her time baking and tending to the house; she was a monster of her own separate kind, she never spilt a drop of blood with her own hands but she had men who would willingly lay down their lives without hesitation if it meant winning their lady's favor. She had an entire nation under her thumb, her word was law, she was unquestionable. She had not started as a heartless demon hell bent on the complete annihilation of her country's enemies but the desire to protect what is dear to you can drive even the purest of intentions to darkness. Well perhaps I was a bit too eager to speak of my past I may have distorted your impression of my master. Yes, she had eventually been consumed by her own selfish desires but in all honesty they weren't any more selfish than a mother's desire to protect that which she brought into the world; she had always saw Reim as her child, barely a fledgling country which she sought to protect with all her might. Her true sins lay in the way in which she protected Reim and there begins my story; one of deceit, betrayal, and treachery. Ah yes, Lady Scheherazade had been a devious woman.