hi there.
I'm Elena and i want to tell you a little about myself. I'm known as a martyr. as close to being an angel as i will ever get. My story would begin...thousands of years ago. Back in the days of old. legends have been made and stories passed down from each generation. But with the same details. The love humans have for the unexplained. I was human once...captured for the experimentation of others. There were many of us, but only i survived the entire ordeal. I had a family, i don't remember much about them but i know i had one. All i can remember is I was taken from my home and put in a room. With no Windows and only a ladder to climb up to reach the door. I was always strapped to the wall...either by a nasty worn down futon or a chair with a hole cut in the middle with a bucket right under, so i would never have to leave. i was tortured repeatedly. day after day. forced fed disgusting goop. humiliated, forced to have my wounds reopened and salted. There were days someone would come in and beat the shit out of me. choke me unconscious and wait till i regained consciousness and beat me up again. parts of me burned, skinned, broken. But they wouldn't let me die. Always to the brink of death but never quite there. Till the faithful day i saw the light and God's mercy fell upon me and gave me wings. Powers that only gods should have. I clenched to life and let it enter me and i accepted what was to come. Powers running so wildly, i couldn't contain it. Everything spun out of control. I blacked out...I woke up under a massive pile of debris. I felt weak and I noticed my wings smeared with blood and throbbing in pain as they have freshly ripped right out of my back. I looked around me and saw a man dressed in all black, with a red tie and a beautiful smile. pitch black hair and red piercing eyes. Standing right near me. He picked me up and smiled and the rest was history.