Supreme Demon Lord

Name: Zaiona
Race: Demon
Desired Rank: Supreme Demon Lord

She awoke in odd looking room, surrounded by faint light dropped by dancing flames from within braziers found in another room. She held her head, lost, confused and with odd feeling. She felt drained, lost and with odd pain in her head, she looked around and tried to understand what was going around her, before it hit her, long stream of memories, names and places, all with similar feelings attached to them, some joyful, some filled with sorrow, but most were filled with hatred, strongest from everything else, dominating over anything else that she felt. Zaiona lifted herself up off the ground, once again peering around before trying to move onward, to the other room, filled with braziers, she would continue to gather her thoughts, puzzled into pieces, scattered and confusing.

Ziona focused her mind as she would continue to put all pieces together, slowly walking through the room, towards what looked like exit, upon reaching it she glared into the distance of endless wasteland of hell, far in horizon, orange alike clouds, flashing constantly due to endless thunders crossing them, sometimes striking the scorched earth. Zaiona would let out an bestial roar as she looked around and slowly came to realize of her where abouts. She tried to summon her energy to breathe fire, but she failed, landing on her knees, with both, her rage and hatred growing in strength as more of the puzzled memories would find their place.

She lost everything, her life, after failing to protect those who she cared about, she lost trust to everyone after Galateas betrayal, she lost all she loved and cared about and lost her power. She warped herself around the feeling of hate, fueling her rage and desire to grow in strength, power and might, she used each bit of her memory and feelings she had in her previous existence, just to use it for her own hatred, towards everything, the world, the life, the one who betrayed her. She would siphon in it, demanding it to give her power beyond her imagination, to use it to bring death, destruction and chaos, just to start endless loop of hate from which she could feed upon, for her own need and purpose. To repay towards those who went against her, catching her of guard and used for their own good.

Zaiona stood there, in Hells endless wasteland, roaring in fury and hatred for long while before she would proceed onward, summoning robes and weapon for herself to use, in upcoming events.