She was alone. Only with her small group of friends and her brother Abraxas. Her past wasn't supposed to be spoken of. She covered her scars, her memories. Bandages covered her arms and legs.
She was empty, hollow.
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A young girl growing up in an orphanage meets the future Dark Lord. A feeling of kinship and a need for connection will lead her down a dark path.
(Crossposted from AO3)