Malvina Dolora

**Malvina Dolora**
***3.Aug.1029 SC**-Unknown*

**Place of birth:**Lamenthollow

Malvina Dolora is the founder and only ruler of Dominion of Dolora. As its founder and eternal ruler, Malvina stands as a testament to the heights and depths of human potential. Adding to her legend, she remains the only mortal to whom the Devil-King granted genuine immortality without any hidden consequences. This unique gift solidifies her position as an enigma in the annals of Tormentia's history, making her both revered and feared as the undying empress of the Dominion.

## Biography

### Childhood

Malvina Dolora's early years in Lamenthollow were shaped by the guiding hand of her father, a compassionate priest dedicated to Mephiston. Despite the deity's fearsome reputation, her father believed in the importance of understanding and respecting the balance of power and worship, teaching Malvina that even in darkness, one could find moments of light and solace. Born on the **3st of August 1029 SC**, her childhood was a mix of religious teachings and the simple joys of growing up in a close-knit community.

Her days were filled with lessons on rituals, scriptures, and the mysteries of the divine, juxtaposed with playtime amidst Lamenthollow's meadows and forests. Even as a child, her innate magical potential was evident, with sparks of arcane energy often manifesting during moments of strong emotion. Her father, recognizing her gifts, ensured she received a balanced education, intertwining her magical training with moral lessons and teachings about responsibility.

As she grew, so did her curiosity about the world beyond Lamenthollow and the broader mysteries of the divine. While her heart was pure and intentions noble, the seeds of ambition and a desire for greater knowledge were already being sown. Under her father's gentle tutelage, she learned to harness her power, always reminded of the importance of using it for the greater good. The teachings of her early years would later play a significant role in shaping the woman she would become, laying the foundation for her eventual rise to power.

### Youth

Malvina's youth was as blossoming as the lush greenery that adorned the quaint town of Lamenthollow. Her magical prowess grew exponentially, the latent energy within her surfacing with grace and intensity. The townsfolk, including her devoted father, watched in awe as the young woman's capabilities unfurled. Each spell cast and incantation uttered was a dance of power and elegance, casting a mesmerizing glow that highlighted the inherent goodness within her.

As Malvina’s reputation flourished, so did the attention she received. Among her silent admirers was Marak Goldenfield, a shy book merchant of the town, a man of modest presence, often overlooked like the faded spines of the old texts in his shop. He harbored a deep, unspoken affection for Malvina, but the intensity of his feelings was imprisoned by his reticent nature. Malvina, engrossed in her world of magic and learning, was oblivious to Marak’s silent adoration.

One day, a notable change occurred. Marak, formerly reticent and almost invisible, transformed into a figure of confidence. His approach towards Malvina shifted; his words, once stuttered and few, now flowed with ease and charm. This newfound courage bore fruit; a friendship blossomed between them, surprising both the townsfolk and Malvina herself.

Marak’s transformation was remarkable, but the town was unaware of the ominous truth - it was not Marak anymore but ominous Devil-King himself who claimed Marak's existence, assuming his identity, his silent love for Malvina now a sinister puppetry wielded by a dark deity.

Under Mephiston’s sinister manipulation, the bond between Marak and Malvina intensified. The once shy book merchant, now an enigmatic and magnetic presence, managed to capture the young sorceress’s heart. Their whirlwind romance blossomed amidst the ominous shadows cast by Mephiston's unseen hand.

As their love story unfolded, a date was set for their union - **12th of July 1052 SC**. The town of Lamenthollow, blissfully unaware of the dark puppeteer pulling the strings, prepared for a celebration of love. The stage was set; an atmosphere of joy and anticipation filled the air. However, beneath the surface of joyous preparations and blossoming love, a sinister darkness lurked, its true nature veiled from the eyes of the unsuspecting town and the radiant, yet naive, Malvina Dolora.

### Betrayal

The initial months following Malvina and Marak’s wedding were a portrait of marital bliss. Lamenthollow echoed with tales of their profound love and mutual respect. The couple appeared to be inseparable, sharing quiet moments in the local meadows, and laughing together in the town’s market square. Their home was filled with warmth and laughter, and the future seemed promising.

As days turned into weeks and weeks into months, joyous news found its way to their doorstep. Malvina, radiant with the glow of impending motherhood, discovered she was pregnant. The prospect of a new life, a testament to their love, filled her with elation and dreams of a bright future for their child.

She could hardly contain her excitement and chose the very next evening of **19th of September 1052 SC** to share the wondrous news with Marak. However, the reaction she received was nothing like she had expected. Marak's face, usually warm and loving, twisted into a cruel smirk. The joyous atmosphere quickly soured as a cold, mocking laughter echoed through their home.

To Malvina's horror, the man she loved began to transform. The warm facade of Marak Goldenfield melted away, revealing the terrifying and demonic visage of Mephiston. The familiar surroundings of their home seemed to darken and warp, overshadowed by the malevolent presence of the Devil-King.

In a flash, with a simple snap of his fingers, Mephiston extinguished the burgeoning life within Malvina. The weight of the betrayal, paired with the physical and emotional pain of the loss, brought her to her knees. Tears streaming down her face, she mustered the strength to speak, her voice breaking with pain and confusion. "Why?" she cried out, "Why do this to me?"

Mephiston, looming over the broken figure of Malvina, responded with chilling calmness, "Because I created you to please me. And your suffering pleases me the most."

His dark proclamation hung heavily in the air, a cruel reminder of the deity's malevolent nature and the depth of his manipulation. And just as suddenly as he had revealed himself, Mephiston vanished, dissipating into thin air, leaving behind a devastated Malvina, surrounded by the shattered remnants of her once-happy life.

### Path to darkness

In the wake of the tragedy, Malvina became a specter of her former self, her days oscillating between overwhelming grief and a numbing emptiness. The vibrant, compassionate woman of Lamenthollow was buried beneath the burden of betrayal and loss. The house, once a sanctuary of love and joy, now stood as a haunting memorial of her anguish.

Her father, the gentle priest, bore witness to his daughter’s transformation with a heavy heart. Though acquainted with the cruel whims of Mephiston, witnessing such torment afflict his own flesh and blood was a trial of faith and fatherhood.

After many moons, during a solemn evening drenched in the muted hues of twilight, Malvina sought solace in the compassionate presence of her father. They sat amidst the silent corridors of the temple, the holy sanctity a stark contrast to the unholy nightmare that plagued Malvina’s existence.

As the tears flowed and the harrowing tale unfolded, her father listened, a silent pillar of strength. In the depths of that sacred space, amidst the echoes of prayers once uttered, Malvina confronted the malevolence of Mephiston. Every chilling word, every cruel act, was laid bare in that holy confine.

Days turned into weeks, weeks into months. In the embrace of her father’s unwavering support, Malvina’s broken spirit began to stitch itself back together. An evolution, albeit painful, commenced. The innocent woman, once nurtured by ideals of love and compassion, was morphing into a being defined by a profound realization - the inescapable cruelty of Mephiston’s dominion over mortals.

One somber evening, as the silver hues of the moon graced the skies of Lamenthollow, an epiphany stirred within Malvina. If suffering was the language of Mephiston, then perhaps, in the depths of that dark realization, lay a perverse path to salvation. What if, in an existence punctuated by Mephiston’s cruel whims, the suffering of many could purchase peace for at least a few mortals?

Driven by this twisted revelation, Malvina set upon a new path. A vision, dark yet compelling, began to take shape. A world where prayer to Mephiston flowed as abundantly as the rivers, where suffering was not an arbitrary fate but a calculated sacrifice, might just temper the deity’s cruel interventions.

Lamenthollow, and the world beyond, were on the brink of a dark transformation. The Dominion of Dolora was not yet born, but in the churning depths of Malvina’s tortured soul, the seeds of a cruel empire were being sown.

### Conquering Lamenthollow

With her new, chilling resolve fueling her actions, Malvina began to amass power and followers within Lamenthollow. Her once-kind demeanor was now replaced with an ironclad determination and ruthlessness. Those who remembered the gentle sorceress were met with the stark reality of a woman transformed by pain and a singular, dark purpose.

She gathered a formidable force of loyalists, both by manipulation and promises of a better future under her rule. Using her magical prowess, she augmented her growing army, creating powerful wards and enchantments to ensure their success. Soon, the once peaceful town of Lamenthollow was cast under a shadow of fear and anticipation.

Malvina's first show of power was swift and brutal. With her army at her side, she marched upon the town center. Resistance was inevitable, as many couldn't fathom being ruled by the very woman they had once cherished. However, Malvina was merciless. Any voice raised against her was swiftly silenced, the streets echoing with the sounds of battle cries and the mournful wails of the dying.

Houses were set aflame, the town's defenses shattered, and its guardians overwhelmed. Malvina’s forces surged through Lamenthollow with an unstoppable momentum. By nightfall, the heart of the town was firmly under her control.

While the streets ran red with the blood of the fallen, Malvina stood atop the town’s highest point, casting her gaze upon the broken town. The silence that followed the carnage was punctuated only by her chilling proclamation: "Lamenthollow is mine."

In the days that followed, the remaining denizens of Lamenthollow had little choice but to bow to her rule. Resistance was quelled with an iron fist, and any hope of rebellion was smothered by the constant watch of Malvina's enforcers. Her reign over Lamenthollow was solidified, and it was clear that her ambitions extended far beyond its borders.

### Founding Dominion of Dolora

Upon Malvina's swift and brutal takeover of Lamenthollow, news of the conquest traveled rapidly to the heart of the Drakespire Kingdom. Queen Lucille Hollowrik, a formidable ruler in her own right, was taken aback by the audacity of the siege and the transformation of the once gentle sorceress. Viewing this as a direct affront to her rule and the stability of her kingdom, Queen Lucille decided to intervene.

Assembling a formidable force from the Drakespire military, a sea of armored soldiers, skilled mages, and archers were dispatched towards Lamenthollow to reclaim the town and quell Malvina's uprising. Drums of war echoed across the land, signaling the kingdom's intent to restore order.

However, Malvina, with her newfound power and ambition, was prepared. As the Drakespire army approached Lamenthollow, they were met with a display of magical prowess and tactical genius. The once open fields leading to Lamenthollow were transformed into deadly traps and mazes of dark magic. Malvina’s army, bolstered by her spells, clashed with the Drakespire forces in a fierce battle.

By the end, the vast majority of Drakespire's army lay defeated. Those who survived the initial onslaught faced a grim fate. Half of them were ritually sacrificed in dark ceremonies meant to further empower Malvina and appease Mephiston. The remaining soldiers were shackled and enslaved, their wills broken under the weight of their defeat.

With Lamenthollow secure and the might of Drakespire's military crushed, Malvina turned her gaze to Grimshade, the capital. The march was relentless, and Grimshade's defenses, though formidable, were no match for the sorceress's might. The capital fell, it's streets ran red, its buildings razed, and its people either sacrificed or enslaved. Among the enslaved was Queen Lucille Hollowrik, who now found herself at the mercy of the very foe she sought to defeat.

With Grimshade under her control and the entirety of Drakespire Kingdom effectively subdued, Malvina made a grand proclamation. Standing amidst the ruins of Grimshade, she declared the birth of a new empire, one that would cast its shadow across Tormentia. The Dominion of Dolora was born, with Malvina Dolora as its empress, a symbol of both fear and reverence.

### Gift from Devil-King

As the Dominion of Dolora began to take shape, Malvina’s influence spread like wildfire. Several cities, witnessing the fate of those who resisted, chose the path of submission, acknowledging her as their new Empress. They opened their gates to her without a fight, hoping to spare their citizens from the wrath that had consumed others. Yet, there were those cities that clung to their former loyalties and resisted her rule. To these defiant bastions, Malvina showed no mercy. They were razed, their once bustling streets now echoing with the cries of the dying and enslaved.

It was during one such conquest, amidst the smoke and chaos, that the skies above darkened unnaturally. A cold, malevolent aura enveloped the battlefield as the Devil-King himself descended upon the Mortal Realm. His arrival was heralded by a whirlwind of black smoke and flame, and as it cleared, he stood there, his formidable presence dwarfing everything around.

Malvina, standing atop the ruins of a fallen city, turned to face the deity. Even she, with all her newfound power and ruthlessness, felt the weight of his presence. Mephiston's voice, thunderous and cold, echoed across the land.

**Mephiston**: "Malvina Dolora, bow before your creator."

Without hesitation, Malvina bowed, her head lowered in a mix of reverence and self-preservation.

**Mephiston**: "You have done well. Your cruelty, your ruthlessness... it's music to my ears, a symphony of suffering that pleases me."

**Malvina**: "I serve only to ensure the your will is followed, my master."

**Mephiston**: "Whether by design or accident, you've become the perfect instrument of my will. The pain you inflict, the despair you sow... it's exactly what I desire."

Malvina, despite her position, dared to speak, her voice firm, "And what does the Devil-King want with such a mere mortal as me?"

**Mephiston**: "Reward, Malvina. For services rendered and for those yet to come. I grant you true immortality. A life unending, free from the chains of death."

Malvina looked up, her eyes meeting the fiery gaze of Mephiston, "And in return?"

**Mephiston**: "Continue your path. Spread suffering, expand your Dominion, and ensure that every corner of this land echoes with the cries of the tormented."

With that decree, Mephiston's form dissipated, leaving Malvina alone atop the ruins, her destiny forever altered by the dark gift she had just received. The path before her was clear, and the Dominion of Dolora would soon cast its shadow even further across Tormentia.

## Appearance

Malvina Dolora is a striking figure, possessing an aura of authority and dark elegance. She stood at an average height, her posture always upright and commanding. Her skin, once sun-kissed, had turned a shade paler over the years, giving her an almost ethereal glow. Her eyes, once a soft shade of hazel, had darkened to a deep amber, often sparkling with intensity and determination.

Her raven-black hair cascaded down her back in loose waves, often left free to flow with the wind or occasionally tied in a simple bun. Thin, arched eyebrows framed her eyes, enhancing their expressive nature. Her face was oval, with high cheekbones, a straight nose, and full lips that seldom smiled after her transformation into the Empress of the Dominion.

Malvina favored dark, rich clothing, typically seen in long robes or gowns made of luxurious fabrics, adorned with silver and gold embroidery. Around her neck, she often wore a pendant, a symbol of her dominion, and on her fingers were rings, each with its own story of conquest and power.

Her overall appearance exuded an air of dark majesty, making her an unforgettable presence in any setting.

## Personality

Malvina Dolora's personality underwent a significant transformation from her early days to her reign as the Empress of the Dominion of Dolora. In her earlier years, she was known for her kindness, sincerity, and a gentle nature that endeared her to those around her. Compassionate and empathetic, she often went out of her way to help others and was deeply connected to her community.

However, the traumatic events involving Mephiston and the loss of her unborn child dramatically reshaped her personality. The pain and betrayal she experienced gave rise to a darker, more ruthless side of Malvina. Her kindness was replaced by a cold pragmatism, and her once-gentle nature turned unyielding and fierce.

As the Empress, she became a master tactician, with a sharp mind always several steps ahead of her adversaries. Her decisions were calculated, often prioritizing the prosperity and expansion of her Dominion over individual lives. Her leadership style was autocratic, and she tolerated no dissent or challenge to her authority.

Despite her ruthlessness, Malvina still possessed a certain charisma that drew people to her. She had an uncanny ability to inspire loyalty, even in those who initially opposed her. Deep down, remnants of her earlier compassionate self still lingered, but they were overshadowed by her dominant traits of ambition, determination, and an unquenchable thirst for power.