I was 15 when I joined the group of the monsters who called themselves 'heroes'. Unlike what you've been told, they have little to no morals. And the reality? They killed my mother. Covered it up by saying that she was hit by some drunk driver and they weren't able to save her. Everyone looked the other way. My colleagues at the time didn't ever believe me when I said the truth. As a matter a fact, they kicked me out. Said I was crazy, delusional, and even in denial. I was labeled as a crazy freak who is denial about her mother being dead. After that, I learned how to defend myself, hunt for myself, and even cook for myself. I went from a 10 to nothing after all those years. I used to be loved by all, then I was hated by all. Everything I ever knew and loved was ripped away from me. After 3 years, I decided I had enough. In a way, the heroes were right. I needed to stop grieving. So, I stopped grieving and started killing, torturing, and kidnapping heroes. Some might call me selfish and even cruel. Ill never forget my mother. When I was a child, she would always forage for food just to feed me, starving herself in the process. She also would brush my hair for me and she taught me everything there is to know about the world, math, science, combat, you name it. At the point of her death, I lost all sympathy for heroes. I was mostly betrayed by my best friend, Kai. As you could guess, her name translates to 'The sea'. Her parents named her that because of her water powers. Me? My mother just loved the way the name 'Katherine' sounded. And my powers? Dark magic. I was born naturally marked for evil and the heroes knew that. They knew they had to get rid of me. Little did they know, they were far from it.
