The cold laughter of a powerful woman echoed through the halls of the dark and silent castle. Whimpers could be heard and pleads of mercy. In the land of Allixiaa, there was no safe place on earth from the evil of Queen Emelia.
She was a cruel and vicious woman who enjoyed the pain of others. She fed off of their pain and fear as it kept her more youthful. As a person viewed her, all you could see was a cold and mysterious beauty, the pale and flawless skin that made up of her outer body, her long straight shiny black raven hair that drifted down to the middle of her back perfectly, never out of place, no matter what she did. The large ice blue doe eyes that adorned her diamond gentle face with a small nose and soft rosy red thin lips. Her cheeks were stained pink and full, giving her a look of liveliness, her ears petite and feminine.
Everything about Queen Emelia was petite and feminine. She stood at 5’4 and her body was slim with the right amount of curves that any man drooled over, even just at a glance. Even her hands were delicate and small. Everything about her screamed innocent and pure. But, everyone knew otherwise, though it didn’t mean foolish people didn’t fall for her lies.
No one knows the real story of her upbringing. Rumors were spread around but no one knows the truth, but her of course. Everyone that knew her from her beginning was dead now. Either she killed them or an enemy did. She was close to no one and trusted only herself. She had had plenty of people try to assassinate her from the past. Just last week, one of her maids attempted an assassination by putting two poisonous spiders in Emelia’s sheets.
They were complete and utter fools, stupid and idiotic. She had to laugh and appreciate their attempts though. Some could be very clever and she truly did enjoy the little ways they tried to kill her. It never worried her though, she was immortal, though it never stopped anyone from trying.
Her people across the land, rebelled against her constantly, but she always swiftly killed off their rage, making them submit in whatever form she pleased at the time. She held dark magic, but she did not come from a mystical family of any kind.
She was born of two normal farmers who lived in the middle of nowhere. She grew up with 6 brothers and 4 sisters. She was the last born and everyone treated her with care for she was favored by everyone. She was the sweetest and most gentle souled girl that anyone had ever met. When anyone new would meet the litte Emelia, they would instantly fall in love with her. Just one look at her, and they would do anything for her, anything at all.
She was a happy little girl, but she held dark desires and thoughts to herself. She bottled them up from the time she was born. No one noticed that anything was off with her, because she kept her secrets to herself. It scared her, she didn't want to be like that, and most times she could ignore the urges she had, but there were times where she let herself be mischevious by putting beetles in her brother's beds and blaming it on her sisters. There were other times where she had sheered off strands of her sister's hairs and blamed it on the brothers.
There were other times that she could sneak up on an animal, completely silent and grab them around the neck and strangle them to death. One of her favorite memories was of digging her fingers into a newborn baby goat's throat as it bled all over her fingers. After she had enjoyed its death and played in its blood, she tossed it into the wolf territory beyond her land.
Emelia was watched over well and very protected, but she was always able to get by unnoticed and if she was about to get caught, just a flutter of her eye lashes and watering eyes, anyone would melt and bring her into a loving hug, kissing her forehead and forgetting about whatever it was that she had done. Literally though, they would forget, like it had never happened. Emelia had known from the time that she was two years old that she wasn't like the others, that she was different, but she didn't stop herself from concealing it.
In truth she had been ashamed of it all, but she had hidden it well.
No one knew of her secrets, or of her life. And no one knew of who or what she truly was...
