07/22/2020
MAKARIA, MISTRESS OF DEATH.
There once was a prominent family as wealthy as they were influential. The Shade family were oil barons that thrived in their high-class society. But the Shades hid a dark secret: the males abused the females and denied them their rightful fortunes. The female Shades were used only as arm-pieces at the ritzy balls & galas and as unwilling heir-bearers. If a female Shade produced another female they were commonly tortured as punishment and the child would be buried alive on their extensive property. They were immediately impregnated to "try again" and produce a male. Any female babes that were allowed life were unknowingly set to a lifetime of pain & subservience.
Enter little Makaria Shade, whose allowance of life was also her curse. She was the most beautiful of the Shades, even more so than the males of her generation. Due to her gifts of beauty and being a kind spirit she was immediately resented by the male Shades, even more than normal. She was tortured, locked in her closet for days, had her hair ripped out and her fingernails torn off frequently. She was fed what the hounds did not finish and her wounds were spat in by the males.
One day Makaria's grandmother secretly gave her an old doll- a worn & tattered thing that had a large, silver crown sewn onto it's plush head. "Keep this safe, Makaria, keep this secret. Now YOU have the power to end this." Then, horrifyingly, her grandmother dropped dead and her lifeless body turned to ash. Young Makaria was understandably shaken and after hiding her new doll she ran and told her father that her grandmother had died. When the father found only a dirty, dusty carpet he beat Makaria senseless for "making a mess". She awoke hours later, bloody and in the same sprawled out position on the carpet that her father left her; covered in the dust of her grandmother. Little Makaria did not know what her grandmother meant by her last words at the time, but she did as she was told and kept the doll a secret. For years young Makaria could confide only in this secret doll, as her sisters were killed at birth and she was not permitted friends. Years went by and the doll soon became blood-stained from all of Makaria's hugs after her hate-filled tortures. But the crown remained spotless.
One night after being tormented, Makaria imagined she was a princess. But every princess needs a crown...
So she removed the crown from her doll and placed it on her blood-matted head. Instantly the doll burst into flames and Makaria was filled with a power that surged from her tiny toes to the ends of her mottled hair, all the way through to her core. It was more than confidence, more than physical strength, it was an ancient power of purpose.
"So this is what grandmother meant." she said as she smirked. The flaming doll fell over and the curtains becan to smolder. Her body began to move on it's own, left foot right foot, and she followed this unknown course. This power led her to the kitchen where her father was chopping large cuts of beef. When he tried to hit her for leaving her chamber, little Makaria grabbed his huge forearm and twisted it easily behind him. His scream was cut short by the very butcher's knife he was using, now buried deep between his bewildered eyes. She stood unaffected over the sight of her father's cloven head. Instead, she just giggled and adjusted her crown. She was amused to see HIS blood for a change...but she needed more. Her new purpose became evident when she heeded the power inside her, and it then led her to all the Shade heirs' bedrooms. One by one she used the cleaver on them in their sleep and within an hour all male heirs of the Shade fortune were burning in hell. She giggled again at the thought and caressed her crown. The flames from her chambers spread and not long after the Shade Mansion was a nothing more than a burnt husk.
Thus began a life of vengeful murder for Makaria. As an adult she would use her beauty to attract lustful, egotistical men into her clutches. She would be drawn towards domestically abusive males, especially. She would then easily seduce them all and promise them great success and generations of riches. She would promise them love and undying devotion to their egomaniacal quests...then she would slit the bastards throats. No man is safe around MAKARIA, MISTRESS OF DEATH!
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