SiennaJasons
They said, "All villains were heroes of their own stories."
So was Xenovia.
Born in the midst of war, death and bloodshed as the heir to the mighty empire of Marilithus, a child of eight, she was stripped of off love, innocence, childhood, her family and the kingdom she was born to rule over.
Betrayed by the very ones her family had taken for their own, they slaughtered her parents while she stood infront crying her eyes out and when they approached to slaughter her too she was saved or rather taken away, away from the bloodshed, death and pain that had already overshadowed her fate.
The human race knew she had died but behind the curtains, in shallow whispers rumours persisted for over a decade that she had survived, that the only true heir, the Queen of the throne of Marilithus would return and when she does she would claim the world hers.
And so more than a decade later, consumed by vengeance, with fire for a heart and death and slaughter in her eyes, she returned to burn every damn soul who had done her wrong. She returned to claim the world hers and she knew nothing possible in existence would stand in her way to leave her thirst for the raging hatred and revenge in her soul unquenched.
Until someone did. It was simply and solely love.
Love for the man she had vowed to slaughter.
The art of razing hell upon the souls of her betrayers was something she had mastered from her childhood but ruining the soul of the only one she had learned to love was something she had yet to master.
And though a villain with a merciless heart eager to burn down the bodies of the treacherous, Xenovia would be damned if out of all the atrocities in the world, love was going to be the ultimate price to be given away...
Cover by @timmysdior