There is no escape from fate. Atleast this is what they have said to me since I was born. I hate that sentence so much. It has dominated my entire world so far. Why is fate doing this to me? Why am I in this place? Why do I exist? I've been asking myself these questions for so long. I've been wandering through this hell of black and red for so long, looking for strength. Because strength was the only thing that supported me on my way.

I stepped in front of one of the black crystals that are all around here and looked at my reflection in it. All because I'm different. I looked at a girl with long silver hair that covered her right eye a little, at a girl in a blood-stained white dress that reached down to her also white boots, and at a girl with almost glowing red eyes, a pair of black bat-like wings and bloody deep black claw-like fingernails.

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At the sight of herself she felt her blood boil with anger. She turned away from the crystal and walked on.

Only a few minutes later, two fighting Hellhounds blocked her way to the gorge she had to cross. They were skinny wolf-like beasts all in red.

"Weaklings. Out of my way." she screamed it out and slit both with one cut of her claws each.

After they both went to the ground, she licked her fingers and grimaced shortly thereafter. "Disgusting. Not even their blood is wort anything."

She wiped her claws on the beast's fur and went into the ravine.

There it was dark, around them were steep walls and many protrusions from which all sorts of monsters could come. But she wasn't afraid. Because she knew no matter what got in her way, she would just kill it.