The world of Remnant has long been divided, not just by the Grimm that stalk the land, but by the cruelty of humanity itself. For centuries, the Faunus have been treated as lesser beings, their existence belittled, their worth discarded like refuse. To be born with fur, fangs, or tails was to be marked as an outcast, a creature to be feared, reviled, and enslaved. Humanity, in its arrogance, saw itself as the pinnacle of creation, and anything different was nothing more than a blight to be purged.
But in the midst of this cruelty, there was one who stood against the tide of hatred. Even as a child, she saw the suffering inflicted upon the Faunus and defied the world that sought to trample them. Her name was Stella Luna, a human girl with a heart too vast for the narrow-minded village that raised her. She saw the Faunus not as monsters, but as people—people who deserved safety, respect, and love.
She sheltered them, fed them, gave them a refuge beneath the roots of a great tree where they could be free from the judgmental eyes of those who wished them harm. She believed in the goodness of others, believed that if she stood strong enough, fought hard enough, the world would change.
But the world did not change.
One night, the humans proved their true nature. They came with torches and pitchforks, with malice in their hearts and murder in their eyes. The sanctuary Stella built became a pyre. The Faunus she loved were burned alive, their screams carried into the night sky like a twisted prayer. And as the flames consumed the only family she had ever chosen, something inside her shattered.
Wrath, unlike anything Remnant had seen, took form that night. Stella Luna, the protector, the guardian, became something else entirely. With the blood of her fallen kin fresh in her mind, she turned her fury upon those who had stolen everything from her. The village that once called her one of their own became a graveyard, painted in crimson as she cut through them all, one by one, until nothing but ruin remained.
But the story did not end there. Though her wrath was absolute, one soul was spared—the woman who had brought her into this world. Her mother, spared from the slaughter, took her tale beyond the burned ruins and into the ears of the kingdoms. She told the world of what her daughter had become, and soon, Stella Luna's name was no longer spoken with fondness or sympathy.
The world gave her a new name, one whispered in fear and awe alike.
The Red Queen: The Faunus Avenger.
For years, the kingdoms spoke of her legend, a woman who had forsaken her own kind in pursuit of vengeance for the oppressed. But as the years passed, and the world of Remnant turned its attention to new wars and struggles, her story faded into myth. Yet, rumors persisted—tales of an island beyond the Forbidden Lands, a place untouched by the greed and cruelty of mankind. Drakvania, the hidden homeland of the Faunus, a sanctuary where they could live without fear of persecution.
And among them, the woman who had vanished into the night after the massacre, the woman whose name had once been spoken with terror, had found something she never thought possible—peace.
Stella Luna buried her past in the shadows of Drakvania, where she lived under a new name, free from the horrors of her past. She became a guardian, a protector, and a lover. She stood at the side of her wife, Princess Katchia, not as a warrior of vengeance, but as a woman who had found a reason to live again.
To the people of Drakvania, she was known by a different title.
Madam Stella Luna.
But the past has a way of clawing its way back to the surface. And soon, the world of Remnant will once again learn the name that has been hidden for so long.
For the Red Queen is not gone. She has merely been waiting.
And soon, the world will tremble before the rise of Valeria Dracul.