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Legion cowered in fear at the flaring aura of the wild Empress, shivering uncontrollably. "That bastard Mammon has gone crazy!"
"That is not Mammon, but Wu's own presence," The demon king wisely deduced. "The pact with Mammon has allowed her to reach the peak of her potential." Legion stared wide-eyed at their lord before looking back at Wu.
"B-b-but how!? That aura is clearly demonic and vile! No human should be able to comprehend that kind of malice!"
"She's had many opportunities in her life to taste the wretched side of mankind, said experience simply allowing her to discover her true self. How amusing~"
China, 624 AD
A rushing river's gurgling and violent thrashing raged amidst a devastating storm, slamming against rock and stone. The sound of thunder and rain befell severely upon the human realm, where two servants tread, carrying a bundle of cloth.
The weight of their clothes was heavy as they trudged nervously towards the flooding river, flinching at the sight of waves slamming near their feet. The two looked at one another hesitantly, before a loud cry suddenly came from the bundle of cloth; a newborn, already suffering from hypothermia in the rain.
The one holding the child suddenly paused in place. Their hands were trembling, unknowing if it is from the cold, or from regret, but the sight of the moon completely eclipsing the sun is stained at the back of her eyelids.
Your child will be born under a disastrous star, and left unattended, she will become like a strangler fig, devouring those around her.
"Don't tell me you're hesitating now," a man growled, a deep set of anger clouding his voice.
She squeezed the cloth in her hands, holding it close to her body, but her partner was merciless.
He wrestled the desperate woman for the baby— and won. The figure stuffed a piece of cloth in the baby's mouth, and then threw her to the mercy of the rampant water...
Wu Zetian was born in a household of poverty and dust at the time of a lunar eclipse. The timing of her birth brought about horror and superstition, and she was labeled as a cursed born infant.
Her early years were filled with abuse and fear of the people who surrounded her. Her identity as a woman only made the abuse worse. Food was scarce and she was only left to live through scraps of food she could forage from her poverty stricken village. Her parents had attempted to drown her in a river, yet she survived the terrible plight. They attempted to starve her, yet she somehow found other kinds of nourishment.
When the father attempted to take an ax to the poor baby, it fell to pieces before the blow was taken. Miraculous events that only fueled the superstition believed by the parents. They feared the curse, assuming that was what protected her each time, and let her live out of terror of the demonic power. Unbeknownst to them, the prophesied curse had no connection to her mystical survival.
Eight grueling years passed, and for Wu, and it was only through continuous strokes of fortune that she would survive longer. A horse strutted up towards the village, pulling a grand carriage of great wealth. Surrounding the carriage were a small militia of armed guards and mercenaries, malice in their eyes as they stared down anyone who approached.
"WHO LEADS THIS VILLAGE!?" A robed man on horseback demanded. He was in front of the carriage with two armed guards on his side.
A man stepped forward timidly, his legs shook as they were overcome with fear. "I-It is a great honor to h-have your lordship visit our quaint village.."
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