Maxine
In just a flash, she had lost everything. Her home, her family, the entire normalcy of her life. Her small, young self curled into a fetal ball as she watched with wide eyes as they all tore each other apart, their eyes blazing with the power of the Evil Seed.
Within minutes, the last body fell to the ground among the others, the once cleanly polished tiles now streaked with pools of crimson red blood. Maxine lulled back and forth, eyes wide with shock as she rocked herself on her bottom, now red eyes staring blankly into what used to be her brother. Now he was just a pale corpse.
Her mind had fractured itself. One side remained the needy, young toddler that clung onto memories of its beloved mother or father. The other...was a grown, mature woman with needs, ready to take on the world with nothing but the clothes on her back.
The barely adolescent girl stood up from her spot in the corner and mindlessly trudged through the spilled blood of her own family, making her way to her bedroom. Not too long after, the same girl trudged out the front door of her home, no longer such a child but now a woman in the eyes of many. With an oil lamp in hand, she took one nonchalant glance at the inside of her former home, before tossing the burning lamp onto the floor.
At the shatter of the delicate glass, her mother caught fire, and within minutes, the house was enraptured in a blaze.
As she wandered all about, the loneliness that came to her followed her throughout, and it varied in levels, from an abandoned child without its mother to a desperate woman craving her lover. The revelation wrecked her heart and made it ache on a daily basis.
It wasn't until she came to the outstretched hand of a older woman that her heart boomed once more with comfort. In her eyes, she saw her mother once more, a person whom she can easily confide in. The woman, who she came to know as Emilie, took her into her home, a grand castle, where she resided with her "other", a man named Graf Dumas.
But upon taking one look at her new mother's companion, her heart bloomed into different shades. This man would not just be her new father, the woman in her looked upon him as a possible lover of sorts. She ached to be with him, to be caressed by him, to stay within the confines of her arms.
After receiving a toy-like weapon from the man himself, she was convinced. She would do anything just to be with him, even if that meant disobeying Mother...
