Sheera The Blood Thirsty Witch

This is an OC backstory. T/W for gore.
Sheera Crown. The Crown Family. Mother: Bluetta Crown; Father: Charles Crown.
Yes… 2 of the most powerful witches in the world. But, they craved more. Sheera was created. The perfect fusion of the 2, and not only in power. She had her mother’s pale blue-green hair, her father’s purple eyes, her grandmother’s freckles, and her grandfather’s nose. She was considered to be the most beautiful maiden in all the land.
And she knew this. She could charm everyone with a single call. Wue them with her amazing and beautiful amount of control of her powers.
She had daily training. Her teachers were amazed by her. They praised her. Loved her. 
Her parents, while only using her to have a better name for themselves, too praised her and adored her.
There was a boy from the nearby village. She fell in love with him. But he was the only boy who resisted her charms. 
No matter what spell she used to amaze him. A dancing fire spell. An ice spell. A star manipulation spell. Nothing had ever worked.
So, she turned to the dark arts. She was desperate for someone who she loved to love her back. She got everything she ever wanted. Why should this be any different!? 
She went to the boy and said the incantations. But, it backfired. A blast sending shock waves down her spine. A ring of fire surrounding her person. Her eyes went red-orange with a never satisfied hunger. Her mouth drooled at the thought of… of.. of live meat.
She emerged from the ring of fire, everyone in the town staring at her. Her teeth were wicked sharp. She had claws. Sharp.. Sharp claws.
Everyone had backed away slowly. They were scared of her.. And Sheera loved it.
She killed everyone in the village. She ate them alive. Their hearts. Organs. Brains. Everything tasted so delicious to her. But it never satisfied her hunger.
After eating everyone in the village, she went to her parents’ manor. Her parents, shocked at what their daughter had become, performed a stunning spell on her.
The curse she had put on herself had worn off for a month. But one day, at dinner with another noble family, the spell had clicked again.
Not wanting to hurt anyone, she throws a piece of food at one of the guests to distract herself and a huge argument played out between the 2 families as to who threw it.
Sheera ran out to the woods. She stumbled onto a pack of wolves. They welcomed her. They comforted her. But… the hunger settled in. She killed the whole pack. And devoured them all.
She stalked back to her parents’ manor. She came into the kitchen. Her sharp, brutal teeth baring. Her claws sharp. She lunged at her parents, knowing they were the only ones who could stop her.
She killed them with one swift motion of her claws.
Then she turned to the guests. They were trembling in fear.
“Hun...gry…” she whispered to them before killing them as well and eating the remains. 
She ran away.
The story of Sheera spread far and wide. Every human in Germany knew her face and what she could do. They chased her out of the villages, threatening to kill her if she ever came back.
Still having an incredible hunger, she’d use her powers to burn animals alive and eat the charred remains.
She outgrew her clothing in the past 5 years. The only thing covering her top of many, many bandages and covering her bottom is volleyball shorts. She also had stolen a cloak.
One day, there was a graceful deer. A light brown coat with a cream under belly. Dapples of brown-white spots on his back. Long, braceful antlers. 
She reached out to it, drool dripping down from her lips as she felt… hungry.
But, suddenly, she was thrown back by a shield and a bright light. She slammed into a tree. She opened her eyes and saw the beautiful buck with large, golden wings.
“What… are you?” Sheera asked in a demonic voice.
“I am Dusoo. I am the drive of magic that witches draw from. I am the source of your own magic. I take many forms. Deer, whales, otters, humans. Whatever fits the occasion. And Sheera, you have wrongly used your magic. Originally using it for your own selfish gain, I decided to turn it back on you to turn you into something you hated. But something you also can’t stop.”
“Hun...gry…” Sheera said in a rough voice.
“I see you do regret what you were going to use your magic for. You have gone through the punishment. But know this. The spell I cast upon you has no cure.”
Sheera looked up with wide eyes, one purple and one red-orange. “Hun..gryyyyy!” she shrieked.
“But, what I can do is this.”
Suddenly, a glass of a golden nectar with sprinkles of some sort of purple-blue flower petal on the top of the liquid appeared before her.
“This is a potion only I can make. It will stop you from going hungry. But, one every month, it will wear off. So, you must return to a secluded place and call upon me. Before you turn into a ravaging beast. And I will give you another bottle.”
Sheera reached out for the liquid and chugged it down. She had forgotten what things besides blood and meat tasted like. This drink.. was heavenly.
Suddenly, her eyes flashed gold. She felt an increasing pain on her tailbone and in her head.
She reached for her head, her long, long hair that reached down to her calves started floating and flying with the increasing power.
Out from her tailbone sprouted a deer tail. And slowly, from the top of her head, antlers grew and replacing her human ears, deer ears grew and formed in their place.
When it was done, she was on her knees in the grass, her head looking down, her hands clutching the dirt.
And Dusoo.. was gone.
1 year passed. She lived alone in the woods. Still only wearing bandages, volleyball shorts, and a cloak. Her hair longer than before. 
She lived in isolation, eating grass and vegetables and fruit. 
No one knew where she was. She stopped visiting villages. Some say she died. Some say the spell wore off. Some say she’s stalking the villages, waiting to attack.
But, in reality, she lived alone… with no one. Even the animals feared her.
But, one day, she found a letter on top of the tree stump she slept on at night.
A letter inviting her to school.
She had no idea how they found her. How they knew her.
But.. maybe.. She’ll have.. Friends.
But. She couldn’t be recognized.
She remembered a story from a book she loved to read about  a daring school girl from America who went to a school run by demons and how she had to free the students.
Kiara Locus.
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