D - Devi
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[Devi’s] fall from grace had been a public spectacle that none were keen to let her forget. Despite the many years that aged its memory, the incident had even given life to her nickname in the Arena: the Devil.
D E V I ’ S life, it seems, has come full circle.
She started her life living as a street rat, painfully familiar with the gruelling grind that was living each day just trying to survive to the next. By the time she met Amator, she'd learnt to expect the worst. But he provided opportunity - one she was desperate for. She wasn't without her suspicion, it was too perfect, to convenient, but it offered her with not only a purpose but a family. People to trust and be trusted by, and that was too tempting a bait. Devi accepted.
Her reception as Amator's personal guard was cold. The people of his high society life expected her to slit Amator's throat in his sleep, and Barachiel shared the sentiment. It took them all a long, long time to understand that in giving her this chance, Amator had earned her loyalty.
Worming her way into Barachiel’s heart was tedious. He hated her for reasons she couldn't understand, turning up his nose at her whenever she entered a room by Amator's side. It was her desperation to be accepted by Amator's friends that kept her stubborn as she hacked away at his walls. With time and painfully earned understanding, she eventually came to call Barachiel her friend. Her best friend. She trusted him, they trusted each other.
And then he killed Amator - killed the man who had given them everything, who had loved them, respected them.
She hadn’t even seen it coming.
Devi lost everything when Amator died. The man she considered a brother was dead. Her best friend was his murderer. Barachiel, ego fat with blood, considered her another object he could pluck from their home and take along with him on the next part of his plan. Devi got front row seats to the genocide of magicians, watching the slaughter from a cage disguised as a bedroom.
Then, when he got bored with her, he dumped her in the remains of Aera - a once proud nation brought to its knees by Barachiel’s power lust - and she was left to piece together the remains of her life, struggling to survive. Again.









