Seria Uiha

Seria Uiha
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Allegiance	Requiem
Race	Unani Human
Gender	Female
Born	2854G.C (13)
Profession	Unani Support Master, Seventh of Requiem's Adepts

Seria Uiha was born on Dae, to a loving father who spent as much time as he could with her despite his extremely demanding job which required him to be away for weeks, even months at a time. Her mother, however, was fairly abusive; often locking her up in a cage at the slightest annoyance or provocation and neglecting to feed her due to her own multiple failures in life and the constant absence of her husband. It was oftentimes unbearable, but Seria never said anything to her father; preferring to keep what little peace her family had, even it if was false. Neither her mother or her father would ever tuck her into bed, despite how scared she always was of the dark, even during the rare times she got to sleep in her bed in lieu of the cage.

She never went to school, officially being homeschooled by her mother; but her mother had given up halfway through teaching her, forcing Seria to learn on her own from the many books in her father's library. In the process, she learned knowledge that she was never supposed to learn at her age such as the details of the Great Human War, all human anatomy functions, and mature language. But she also learned of the many types of Unatro usage, and sought out to learn how to use Support abilities to become a Support Master after considering the good she could do for her fellow people; an attempt to finally earn the pride and happiness of her mother and the undivided attention of her father.

So Seria practiced, and practiced, and practiced; and soon she found that she had a natural aptitude for Support magic. She was able to heal and increase the power of the animals around her, and was even able to do the same to her Saxcaene neighbours and friends. She was delighted, immediately rushing back to her home to inform her mother and father of her ability. Her father was delighted, happy to send her off to Academian Island to improve her magical ability. But the expression on her mother's face was nothing but barely restrained rage.

Later, when their father had gone to bed. Seria's mother locked her up in the cage once more, berating her and physically beating her; she was jealous of her daughter, jealous of her ability and her clear future. But most of all, she hated her daughter for taking her husband away from her; forcing him to take such a demanding job to support the family and now making him work even harder to get Seria into Academian Island. She forced Seria to tell her father that she didn't want to go to Academian Island, even though she wanted to do so more than anything else. it was her dream, and her mother had pushed it out of reach.

It was then, just the day after, that the Shadow attack on Dae began. The attack was devastating, destroying her entire neighbourhood as the walkers rampaged through it. People she'd lived with her entire lives were impaled on spikes, incinerated, and began rising up and attacking her right before her very eyes. When she rushed home barely avoiding death herself, she witnessed the sight of her mother standing over her father's decapitated body; holding a bloody knife in her hands. She was silent for a moment, before laughing madly and turning to Seria; a crazed smile on her tear-stained face.

She turned towards Seria, berating her horrified daughter for everything she'd ever done; cursing her for ever being born. In her eyes, Seria was a mistake; the reason for all her troubles. And now that she'd killed her husband, there was no more point in Seria's existence to 'please him'. She walked slowly towards the disbelieving Seria, the sounds of war raging from outside and reanimated bodies creeping inside the house; but she took no notice, walking slowly towards Seria as her laughter became more and more erratic; sounding more like crying than laughter.

It was then, that Seria snapped. Screaming in emotional pain as her powers went haywire. All the bodies around her began falling to the floor, their muscles exploding inwardly from Seria's support powers. Her own mother was equally effected, screaming in pain as her legs exploded from Seria's sheer power; but Seria didn't let up, her power overwhelming her as she increased her mother's muscle power until every muscle in her body exploded. Nothing was left of her mother but shards of broken bone coated in blood and gore, and the bodies around her had been twisted and destroyed beyond ability to reanimate.

Seria awoke from her rampage after it was over, looking around in horror at what she'd done. She'd burned out her vocal chords screaming earlier, so the only sound which came form her attempts to scream out loud was a quiet whimper. She fell unconscious shortly after, being found by Saxcaene soldiers who had managed to clear the Shadows from the area; but too late to save her. The soldiers took note of the corpses and magical residue in the area, and reached the conclusion that Seria had done all of it. Due to this, and animosity towards the Unanis for their perceived abandonment, Seria was heavily beaten and forced to survive on minimal rations, quickly reaching the limit of what her body was able to take.

It was then that the Demon King appeared before her, taking pity on her plight and informing her of what she had been a victim of; the inequality of life. In life, there was never-ending struggle; unfairness in all forms. Jealousy, hatred, ignorance, blame, anger, greed; all things she'd been exposed to in excess during her life. But in death, there were no such concepts; no matter if there lay an afterlife or not, there would be none of those things in death. There would only be equality. Seria understood, intelligent as she was for her age, and asked if the Demon King wanted to kill her. But the Demon King replied to her, without missing a beat: "Do you want to die?.

Seria thought a little, and she nodded. Of course she wanted to die, after all she had experienced; it was only natural. But the Demon King looked towards Seria, and told her that he was going to rephrase the question: "Do you want to die, without having helped anyone?".

The Unani girl was stunned by the question; she had wanted to help people her entire life, but now how could she ever do so. She waited and thought a little, and eventually she put two and two together; the Demon King wanted her to help him help others, by freeing them of the constraints of life. She thought a little bit more, and eventually, she shook her head; no, she didn't want to die yet, she had yet to 'help' anybody but her mother. There were so many people that, with her power, she could kill. She would help the Demon King with his goals; if it meant that all the suffering she and the universe had seen would finally come to an end, she would do anything to make his wishes a reality.

And so the Demon King took her on, making her the Seventh of Requiem's Adepts and increasing her powers with his magic and Hades' training. She was now utterly devoted to the Demon King's cause, keeping her childish demeanour as she began taking joy in the pain of her victims. For every person she killed was another she freed; freed from the same unbearable torment Seria had undergone in only thirteen years.