Macaria

## Background Story

The depths of the Infinite Abyss are a realm that is beyond the imaginations of mere mortals. It is filled with chaos and death and is governed by no rules. Most creatures of the Abyss know only the language of slaughter and only the fiercest hunters among them earn the right to survive. It is here that the individual feared by many an Abyssal creature dwells - Macaria.

Macaria is a high-level demon, rarely seen in the Abyss. Her combat style is fiercer than the most primitive of beasts, wielding the dual-edged scythe she calls the Hammer Crusher. (No one knows why she gave it such a strange name.) She waders every corner of the Abyss, tirelessly searching for any opponent who can put up a fight.

Before she fell into the Abyss and became a demon, Macaria was a convicted murderer in ancient times. She was mentally disturbed an addicted to acts of murder. She committed dozens of heinous murders murders for her own amusement and was thus deprived of her right to live.

What awaited Macaria was not a hanging nor a cruel execution, the wardens secretly whisked her away to an uknown location where she became the first live specimen of a mysterious ritual.

The researchers bound Macaria to an altar and infused her body with strange magical energy. The magic possessed destructive traits and want only destroyed and restructured every inch of muscle, arteries, and bones in her body. Macaria's body underwent a rapid transformation, shifting from a solid to a near-spirit-like form before slowly returning to a solid form and shifting into a spirit form again. This went on for many cycles until the transformations stopped and she remained in solid form.

It was not the result the researchers expected so they deemed the experiment a failure.

The threw Macaria into a cell in the deepest reaches where the walls were carved with powerful sealing runes to prevent anyone from escaping. She was then forgotten and left to fend for herself.

She stayed in that dark prison cell for what seemed an eternity... Yet, Macaria lived on. That strange magic continued to transform her, granting vitality that far exceeded that of a mere mortal. However, this vitality came at a cruel price - her body no longer looked human and she lost most of her senses. She could no longer distinguish colors, had no sense of smell, and could not feel warmth or pain. Her heart was slowly taken over by confusion and brutality.

More time passed before hapless young men stumbled into the prison and accidently opened the door to her cell. That was the day Macaria saw daylight once more.

The manmust have been one of the researchers. He was frantic as he ran into the cell as if fleeing from something, unaware of who awaited in the dark. Macaria expressed her gratitude to him by snapping his neck and basking in his warm blood - a celebration of freedom.

Macaria made her way outside, intent on killing every individual who imprisoned her there, but all she found were a pile of corpses on the floor. Someone had beaten her to it.

Unable to find the one who got her into this mess or anyone who appeared to be alive, Macaria burned the research lab to the ground in a rage and then set her sights on a village in the distance.

Macaria had forgotten how long it had been since she's last killed someone. That twisted yearning in her heart had tormented her for far too long. She needed an outlet. Now.

The innocent villagers didn't know what hit them, but Macaria was still on the brink of madness. The strange magic energy was preventing her from feeling even the slightest stir in hear heart.

Macaria refused to give up, so she moved on to a second village... And a third...

Her brutal actions quickly drew the attention of the Divine and Xiana, a female Divine charged with punishing evil, descended to dole out judgement upon Macaria. Unaware of Macaria's past, Xiana greatly underestimated her opponent and was shocked by Macaria's abnormal strength in the ensuing battle.

The battle ended in a draw. Macaria may have shattered Xiana's weapon but she herself was badly injured. She lay in a pool of her own blood, covered in alarming wounds and with a look of eerie excitement on her face.

That clash of equals allowed her to feel that addictive pleasure she hadn't felt for so long.

Macaria shifted focus from then on, and she began to wander in search of her equal. It was during this time that a war of unprecedented scale broke out in Delfachet. Under the guidance of the Goddess of Darkness, humans were sounding the horn to attack the God of Light.

That was how Macaria discovered where to go - the Seraphic Court and the primary battlefield of the great war, where the most powerful have all gathered.

Macaria had them in her sights.

She had no intention of helping either side and so a bizzare sight quickly reared its head at the Seraphic Court. A monstrous-looking and deranged woman smashed the head of a human warrior before swiftly digging her claws into the chest of a Divine.

Perhaps it was fate that dictated the reunion. Macaria met the same female Divine on the battlefield wielding a new hammer. It seemed quite different from the old one but Macaria paid it no mind.

Xiana had also spotted Macaria in the chaos. Macaria grinned and charged at her.

Another fierce battle erupted between them but the outcome was drastically different from their first. Xiana's new weapon was blessed by the God of Light and Macaria had trouble warding off each hefty swing, sending her falling into the Infinite Abyss...

It took a long time for Macaria t oregain consciousness in the Abyss. She was still alive and surrounded by a world of darkness and dead silence. Nothing stirred in her heart, however. This was just another hunting ground. Her mind was filled with the image of Xiana and the thirst for another round of battle with her.

"I'll defeat you this time, Xiana. Just you wait". Macaria grinned as she muttered to herself.

But before that, she needed to find a new weapon...

## Hero Skills

 Dual Blade Pierce
 Enhanced Shield(Passive)
 Wrath (Passive)

## Hero Lines

* *Clutch tight your new weapons, gods! And watch me shatter them again!*

* *It's finally my turn!*

* *Find me another battle! My bloodthirst beckons.*

* *Rip and tear!*