A poem about the woman only known as the Mistress of Murder |
Life Filled with Grace, that was full heartedly embraced, Valarie was her name, before she saw her family maimed, Lived in the realm of Heaven, She died at the age of eleven, Betrayed by her own kind, death is all the angels could find, To the devil the traitor sold his soul, to end the conflict of old, Children, soldiers, no one survived, except for one who was revived, With wings of darkness she returned, to reap the vengeance she had earned, Her life's mission was to find the traitor, Who hid himself and tried to bait her, In Hell she found him with a demon horde, with her claws she will kill the demon lord, She fought against countless demons, into pieces ended up those heathens, In the inferno death is all she knew, Her rage increased with everyone she slew, As time went on the carnage piled up, as all her grace had become corrupt, Born in Heaven, exiled to Hell, She won't stop until the traitor has fell. Once in life she thought nothing could hurt her that was before Hell was revealed and she became The Mistress of Murder |