I had my father's blood and my mother's power. They lived strongest within me, more than they did with any of my people.
These were the things I used to become who I was meant to be.
My people saw the truth behind my existence. It was too remarkably obvious not to know. Because of this, they worshiped me, they feared and adored me. I was their living goddess and their Queen. Although for a long time, it remained unsaid. They knew I was the rightful heir to our name.
We were not known for our compassion as other beings said we had none. They saw no good in us, no righteousness of any sort. Truth be told, they weren't wrong. Years have passed since us dark ones were regarded with scorn as they thought we desired nothing but the destruction of the world. Those born from the Empire had been the one to judge us, passing this thought to many others who began to live among us. They thought they had done the right thing. It was not clear to them that by condemning us, they were the ones who ga