Aurora Rune. A young woman filled with hatred for the world, as well as a unique human that was born. From a young age, her fate seemed tragic and her life was nothing more than a living hell. She thought that hell was not as hard as this planet called Earth. Life has treated her unfairly from day one, and she had lost her family, more like they had abandoned her. Or so she thought, but who knows? From a young age, she was treated as she would describe it, shit. She was never the emotional type, she never believed anything good will come to her life, not because she was a pessimistic person, but because she knew that she would turn down every hope, every dream, every inch of feeling that crossed her heart and brain. She learned to survive and exist without letting anyone in. Truly abandoned, at a young age she was thrown to foster homes like a dog would be when adopted by someone. Where she lived as a kid was not anything near a good neighborhood, nor were the foster families that she was sent to. And to say that she was a timid little girl, but no. After she was of age the orphanage threw her out into the hands of sharks and evil men. She was as she would describe it, sold to the devil as she lived through a low life being called horrible names and being used in ways no one should ever try to imagine. At that time of her life though she never gave up her life, she still had the urge to survive, to live, she wanted to overcome the hardships that fate threw her way, and as far as she could, she did. She was never an average human being. She had always been special for reasons few beings knew, and she had no idea that the world she lived in was filled with greater darkness and brighter light than she had thought it did. There was a day in her teenage years when she was abused enough and beaten up to the point of bleeding to death. She was thrown out near the club she was working at the time and she felt as if everything would be over soon. At that point in her life, she had reached an apathy greater than any God or demon. She wanted to die, she craved death and above all destruction. She was treated unfairly all of her life and for that, she wanted her revenge and that is why she never even thought of suicide. Suicide for her was a disgusting form of giving up, and even if she did not want to live much longer in that kind of torment, she would never give up. It was night as she was curled into a ball, the winter made it even harder for her to as she was only dressed in little clothing. She lay outside of a house door like a hurt animal in the jungle without help for the future. There was no hope for someone like her to survive but she did. She did and she lived through more hardships as they shaped her into her form of the devil. She was a grown woman when she finally finished her training, physical and mental and she was ready to be the next best female assassin the world had seen. She never admitted it to anyone, knowing that she was now an emotionless woman, a cold spade known to be sharp enough to cut skin with just her tongue, but she chose the dark path of life because she felt a kind of light in it. And she craved that light. She craved that darkness that brought light to her heart and her life. She craved something, no, someone she had never witnessed in person. It felt like her life mission to meet with her fate, her darkness, her light. Him. Someone as dark as the shadows and as fast as the wind. Someone older than her world, someone who was evil enough to challenge her soulless human form. She had made her choice when she was in that alley by herself, dying slowly. The shadow she had met, that man, she would find him and bring him into her lifeless darkness just to feel bright again. That shadow, she was sure, was not human, but she never discussed that fact with anyone. She felt as if she was the only one supposed to feel it, see it, hear it, breathe it in. She was fated to meet Ares Hayes from the beginning of time.