Death's Daughter

Deep in the depths of hell the god of death, Thanatos, resides. He watches over the lost souls down there, making sure that they are well cared for, have all they need-oh, who am I kidding. He doesn't give a shit about the well being of the demons down there, so long as he gets to torture them as much as he wants.

Let's try this again. Down in the bowels of Tartarus-where only the worst of the worst end up-lurks Thanatos. He sits all high and mighty on his throne, ordering around his underlings. He's never done a single good thing for anyone or anything in his entire life-which, let me tell you, is a long, long time.

I mean, the only reason i'm even here is because he wanted a personal assassin. Someone he could trust no matter what. So, of course, he decided the only way to do that was to raise one of his own flesh and blood. So he had me.

This is where it finally gets interesting. I know the first question you'll ask yourselves is 'What's your name then?' Well, I don't have one. I know, I know, it's strange, but my father didn't care enough to give me a name, and so I didn't care either.

But I'm getting ahead of myself. Let me tell you the real reason I'm telling you all this. As you've probably worked out, I'm death's daughter. And this is how my life was thrown upside down and inside out. Permanently.