Born by love into a world of hate, the eldest of identical twins.

They walked alone, together but still apart.

So different they could be strangers.

Hated for being different, told they were ugly, monsters, freaks

they hid their faces behind masks, their bodies behind cloaks.

Now truly alone, she hides herself in a shell, a shell of extreme beauty,

not knowing the beauty within is so much more.

 

 

Born to the Celestrial Belladonna and the Villarian king Lutheral she was destined from birth to stand alone.

With hair the colour of the sky holding no moon, eyes that glowed like lightning, skin the colour of fresh milk and curves where none other of her kind held, she was hated, feared and reviled.

With her father executed at the age if 8, Etani was thrown into a world of servitude by her own people. She was forced to obey, learn what she could and submit but she refused, she would never obey, she would never submit. But she did learn.

She learnt that she had power, more power than any of her kind should have, more strength and speed than them too.She learnt she had gifts that had been forgotten, gifts that were rare but still know.

She was hated for those abilities as much as her beauty. They tormented her for over twenty years, drilling into her mind that her appearance was ugly, she was a monster because she did not have white hair, pale eyes and a willowy frame.

She was a freak.

She came to believe them in time. She crafted a mask of beauty, hid her face, hid her eyes and played pretend. She hid her black hair under a white cloak, cutting it off when it ran the risk of showing through the hood. No one must see it. 

Over time the mask became who she was. She was a ghost, she did not exist without it. At the age of 10, she was given a second sister, Avadari but lost her mother, a loss she feels to this day.

At the age of 25 she rose to the highest rank of the elitist assassin guild of her people, reluctantly they branded her with her mark, a sunburst about her belly button. She was one of them now. She had a purpose.

She fulfilled that purpose, killing those who needed to be killed, hating herself for doing to others what had been done to her father.

But she hid it all, she would not show pain, no fear, no regrets.

At the age of 30, her people turned on her and her twin. They had, had enough of the beautiful women, their talent and skill too much for the selfish, vain people.

The sisters fled, heading for the human world and what they hoped would be a new life. It was, but it was not an easy life. On the run for millennia, the sisters travelled the human world, searching for a safe place and finding none.

The humans did not understand the masked women, the cloaked women and as a result, the

cloaks and masks were discarded.

The sisters had changed, aged and defined in their beauty. Now tall, elegant and fully

developed they stopped men in their tracks, brought lust to the eyes of all. Brought greed,

jealousy, desire. 

After an attack that left her bruised, bleeding but still innocent Etani decided it was time to put

her abilities to use. She crafted her first host.

It was ugly, an old woman with sagging skin and one blind eye but it would do. Over the

centuries she learn how to make better hosts, male or female, white or black (She had never

seen an Asian, as she was stationed in Europe.), old or young. It did not matter. 

Slowly she began to favour young women, finding men to be easy prey when it came to a pretty

face, round backside and ample cleavage. 

Eventually she discovered her passion for red hair, the perfect combination of crimson curls

and gold thread that gave her hair a particular gleam. bright emerald eyes and milky white skin.

She became the red headed woman, a new mask. 

Letari went insane, raped and tortured for six months before Etani finally found her.

She died three years later, after eating her newborn son, seducing men left and right and

eventually being burnt as a succubus. 

Etani tried to save her soul, but as a result Letari and Etani touched hands, binding the two's

souls together for eternity and pulling Letari back into the one body.

Avadari was murdered, her throat slit and her corpse abused, those men died when they tried

to force her into their beds next. She castrated them all, one by one.

After that, Etani wandered the world, lost and alone.