Cold.
She could not remember much about that day, however, she knew it was cold.
Enclosed in a cold and dark place, barley able to move, even less able to breath.
It was always warm before.
What had changed?
What made it cold?
Or was it just the chill of death coming to claim her less than living body? To punish her for her endless sins?
Probably.
And that day she swore. She swore she would only harm those the way she was if they were like her.
Monsters.
Not that kind children beg their parents to dismiss as silly childhood fears. The kind that live under a child's bed, causing them to cry out for their guardians to protect them.
No. She was the monster that waited in the shadows for them to release one final breath before she takes them to her home to be judged, and sentenced to their final fate.
To be blessed, or damned. Only her master could decide.
Father.
Why? Why, for the short amount of time he had stayed, had he shown no love nor compassion for her? She was his daughter, was she not?
She was so much stronger than the rest of her kind. So powerful. And father, was that not enough? To suffer centuries of rejection? Was the cruel life her fate?
Fate.
The Greeks stated that there were three.
She prayed to them for years. Pleased and begged for forgiveness.
They did not give, she did not receive.
But she was loyal, was she not?
No.
She had betrayed so many people just to gain more.
More than she needed and more than she deserved.
But was that not the rules of nature? To do what it takes to live?
Chaos.
That was seemingly all she could bring.
Chaos to those around her.
Chaos that broke people's lives and minds, poisoning and changing them.
Her only option was to embrace it. Control it. Making it into her person toy and weapon.
Time.
She had too much of it. Most desired immortality like it was a gift.
It was not.
She watched people die. She changed with time. She became colder.
Cold.