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"Heaven has no rage like love to hatred turned, nor Hell a fury like a woman scorned"

It was the trail of multiple cases that led us to her. Corpses of men drained of blood left in her wake. We knew not how she had traveled to New Luxerion, only that she was here and that it was a matter that needed addressing.

My memories, fragmented as they are, were helpful in unmasking the one behind the deeds. It was during one of my many travels, particularly during some time in the Emerald Isle, when I first came to learn of her.

Dearg Due

In life, she might have had a different name. But that girl and her name were lost, overshadowed by the horror that rose in her death.

Tales of her beauty, not just of the outward kind, were prominent in the stories regarding her. When detective Octavia and I confronted her, only minuscule traces of her beauty could be seen. But it was the monstrous traits that stood at the fore. Fangs that yearned to pierce through skin, claws that would tear flesh and bone asunder and crimson eyes that spoke of ravenous anger and hunger. To be rid of her is surely a blessing upon this world. One less threat to be concerned about. And so it was that we put her down, with detective Octavia dealing the final blow and finally ending the Dearg Due’s existence.

Another monster put down.

Or so I thought, til I observed the somber look upon detective Octavia’s countenance. When I inquired as to what could be the cause of such an expression, she provided me with an answer that caused me to reflect upon them.

“Do you ever think if there’s more like her?”

“Vampires? There are various kinds and-”

“I meant so-called monsters that became what they are not because of their own actions but because of the actions of others. From what you told me, she was human once and a pure soul as well. Wasn’t really her choice to become this. Heck, in another time, another place, we might have been friends. She was just a girl who got the short end of the stick and was made to suffer for it. This world of ours is one of circumstances, and she’s one of those who got the crappy side of it. I wonder... How many more of them are out there, monsters born of circumstances beyond their control.”

Moments like this, I am reminded that she is more than just a gutsy and competitive woman who likes to tell crass jokes and tasteless puns. In a way, I am reminded of her father. Behind the jokes, behind the laughter, is a soul that looks beyond the mortal lens.

Monsters born of circumstances beyond their control…indeed...

How oddly fitting...

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"Heaven has no rage like love to hatred turned, nor Hell a fury like a woman scorned"

It was the trail of multiple cases that led us to her. Corpses of men drained of blood left in her wake. We knew not how she had traveled to New Luxerion, only that she was here and that it was a matter that needed addressing.

My memories, fragmented as they are, were helpful in unmasking the one behind the deeds. It was during one of my many travels, particularly during some time in the Emerald Isle, when I first came to learn of her.

Dearg Due

In life, she might have had a different name. But that girl and her name were lost, overshadowed by the horror that rose in her death.

Tales of her beauty, not just of the outward kind, were prominent in the stories regarding her. When detective Octavia and I confronted her, only minuscule traces of her beauty could be seen. But it was the monstrous traits that stood at the fore. Fangs that yearned to pierce through skin, claws that would tear flesh and bone asunder and crimson eyes that spoke of ravenous anger and hunger. To be rid of her is surely a blessing upon this world. One less threat to be concerned about. And so it was that we put her down, with detective Octavia dealing the final blow and finally ending the Dearg Due’s existence.

Another monster put down.

Or so I thought, til I observed the somber look upon detective Octavia’s countenance. When I inquired as to what could be the cause of such an expression, she provided me with an answer that caused me to reflect upon them.

“Do you ever think if there’s more like her?”

“Vampires? There are various kinds and-”

“I meant so-called monsters that became what they are not because of their own actions but because of the actions of others. From what you told me, she was human once and a pure soul as well. Wasn’t really her choice to become this. Heck, in another time, another place, we might have been friends. She was just a girl who got the short end of the stick and was made to suffer for it. This world of ours is one of circumstances, and she’s one of those who got the crappy side of it. I wonder... How many more of them are out there, monsters born of circumstances beyond their control.”

Moments like this, I am reminded that she is more than just a gutsy and competitive woman who likes to tell crass jokes and tasteless puns. In a way, I am reminded of her father. Behind the jokes, behind the laughter, is a soul that looks beyond the mortal lens.

Monsters born of circumstances beyond their control…indeed...

How oddly fitting...