Forlorn

Ever wonder how it all started? Vampire, shifters, warlocks, fae...we all have our stories, each one more horrifying than the next. But now, it's time to tell mine.
in the beginning there were only three, three sisters blessed by the Goddess Nyx in her likeness. As her children on earth, we were gifted with speed, strength and predatory instincts. Combined with our unearthly beauty, we were lethal machines and the perfect creatures to see the formation of our species grow. But to sustain these gifts, we needed the blood of others. You see, Nyx didn't bless us so much as she cursed us to be empty shells, devoid of substance, both physically and emotionally.
So we turned to the humans for our survival, establishing consort relationships and offering them our protection and status. We weren't supposed to be capable of love, never mind fall for our food supply. But I did.
But Nyx wasn't the only God attempting to make her mark on earth. Loki, in all his mischief created the Fae to reach havoc on the humans and other species. So, Fenrir, the wolf God, created the shifters to be the fierce warriors the would erase the Fae from the world. And Selene, the goddess of the moon, created the witches and warlocks to be the mitigators between the battling factions.
Yet, the war still came and each species set out to destroy the others. And while my sisters were the political force behind the vampires, I was the assassin in the dark, secretly winning the war for us. But love changed me, the release I sought from violence was then filled by intimacy and connection. So my sisters slaughtered Nathanial, my love, in an illformed attempt to keep me on their path. If violence was their goal, the certainly got it, because the heartbreak turned me savage, and I massacred nearly everyone in court before turning to the mountains with a few of my loyal guard. And that's where I stayed all these years. Underground. Training the outcasts my sisters send into exile.
Until now. My sisters have disrupted my peaceful exile. Apparently, war between the species has become too deadly for any of the sides to sustain. And so the accords were called, a meeting between the leaders to bargain for peace. They were delusional to believe anything could come from a room full of Originals other than death and destruction. Unable to refuse the call, I go, fully prepared to enact revenge on my sisters for the pain they caused. What I didn't expect was for my icy heart to thaw around a fae prince, guardian shifter, and prodigal warlock.
But I've spent a millennia healing my heart and shielding it from everyone. I'd die before I'd allow even a crack to form this time.
I haven't forgot, I wont forgive, and I refuse to make the same mistake twice.