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Deadly Whisper Bio
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 Long ago there was a realm that connected to the realm of the human world. That realm was known as the realm of the Supernatural. Both realms had their own set of rules and social traditions that were upheld throughout the centuries of their existence. Both societies lived in peace and harmony with each other and no knowledge of the other's existence. There were families and creatures who fought long and hard many centuries of battles behind the scenes to help maintain the secrecy of the two worlds. It wasn't that they thought one world wouldn't be able to coexist with one another peacefully had they known. They just thought that the idea of the two worlds knowing of each others' existence was a bad idea. Things went well for centuries, the political leaders of both worlds knew of each other and helped maintain the peace of both worlds. It was a clan of Sorceress's and Sorcerers that decided to take it upon themselves to try and rule the human world and bridge the connection together between the two worlds. The sorcerer clan of female and male sorcerers made way into the mortal realm and started killing humans by the thousands nearly creating wars to fall out. In ancient Britain, a British family clan had been an ancient race of hunters. They along with other clans took it among themselves to help maintain the order of peace. Not all creatures were out of blood, some aided by the mortals as did the mortals aid in the creatures. They hunted in secret and kept other friends and family from such knowledge and horrors as the beings they faced. It was to protect and allow their families to live a normal life. The majority of the hunters who had come into the business had it inherited upon them from their parents, grandparents or other elder relatives. Very few younger generations were brought up in the arts of hunting Supernatural creatures, and many had no idea such creatures even existed. It was a hard, dangerous life but the majority of the clans were well versed in the art of secrecy and stealth. The mortal and supernatural world had no idea they even existed and it was very hard to track them down most of the times. Lady Kenza Divya was one of the many women apart from a clan who had been hunting down supernatural creatures since ancient times. It was in the families bloodline, and the family themselves had been a prominently known British family. They accumulated a vast majority of wealth and stature over the years, making them a respected member of society. Lady Divya had been one of the most feared and respected hunters of the supernatural. She helped train many new hunters including her own clan members and those outside as well. The only problem with being so well known for what they did, they had a huge bounty on their heads. They were hunted by witches, Lycans, vampires, demons, etc. They were famous for some of their high profiles kills, and the bounty had been enormous. Lady Divya had a family of her own. She married a man of means and wealth as was she apart of. He was well known throughout the community, and their love had never been stronger. They had a happy marriage and soon had a family. Twin young girls and an older teenage boy that was being groomed to follow in the family business. The sorcerer clan had been in an ancient feud with the family of hunters for decades. Their bloodlines had been in a terrible feud and Lady Diva was loathed by them the most. She was the highest priory target, she was a known trainer to future hunters and without her around the hunting community would take a huge hit. A sorceress, one of the last remaining few of that clan had tricked Lady Diva into going on a bogus mission that leads her away from her family. The family had been attacked by a Sorceress, they were caught off guard without the protection of Lady Divya there. They were unaware of the kind of life she lived and it was revealed to them through the dark actions of the Sorceress. The Sorceress trapped her husband and her kids managed to hide in one of the secret passages that their house had. They were huddled through the grate and looked on in horror. The eldest son tried his best to keep the scared twin young girls quiet. They were crying for their mother and for their father to be released. They were watching her torture him to the brink of madness before letting up and then healing him to start it over again. By the time Lady Divya returned she noticed blood along the hallway. She knew from experience something was wrong, and she proceeded with caution to the living room. She saw her husband, bound, bloody, beaten and gagged on a chair in the middle. She made her way to him, trying to revive him and taking the gag out of his mouth. He was still unconscious, he opened his eyes wide enough before she removed the gag to give her a look of horror seeing the sorceress behind her. The sorceress had gotten the drop on her and knocked her out. She had been strapped to a table next to her husband and her kids looked on in horror. The Sorceress mused with wicked laughter, tracing medical scalpels along her body seeing her squirm and her husband try to struggle to get free. She felt all around Lady Divya's beautiful body and kissed her in front of her husband making him watch knowing that she was no longer faithful to him in that way. Well she was tied down she couldn't do anything about it, each time the Sorceress made a slice into her body she let a high pitch scream leave her and it made her kids jump and cry out to her. They were muffled cries but they were getting more noticeable, and Lady Divya knew where they were and shook her head to keep them quiet. Lady Divya had undergone intense torture. Right in front of her husband, she saw the Sorceress torture her husband in front of her breaking her heart even further than that. All seemed lost, and her husband had finally known what she was. He couldn't even look at her, and he couldn't speak because of the loss of blood. His eyes were barely open as they were, and he was losing life steadily. Lady Divya looked on with pleaded eyes and tears down her bloodied face. The Sorceress made the grate explode and reveal the children. She trapped the children and tied them up as well. The children were crying and screaming, trying to get to their parents but just out of reach. The sorceress made the son under spell torture the daughters. It had been tearing Lady Divya's heart out and her soul had been disappearing along with them. She had been in pain and she wanted to die now, she felt hatred for the sorceress and couldn't think of anything but revenge. Her husband had witnessed this as well, and he had lost his will to live passing out next to her and barely fighting for his life. She swore with all her heart and soul she would claim revenge. Lady Divya was strapped at the table and she couldn't get loose. She had a small knife but she was weak and delirious from being tortured. She tried to move her muscles but she must have been under her spell because she couldn't, either that...or she was so weak from being tortured that she couldn't. It pained her in so many ways, she couldn't defend her children. She had to witness their death, and she couldn't do anything to save them. She cried out alongside them, and her heart and soul cried out along with their own. She could hear their souls cry out in pain, begging for their mother to save them. Lady Divya saw their final breaths being drawn and they stopped kicking. Lady Divya cried out in pain, her heart had been torn out and her spirit had been broken. She fueled with fire and revenge upon the sorceress. The Sorceress took the bodies out and hung them outside of her home. Lady Divya knew that everyone would see them. The Sorceress left Lady Divya there thinking she wouldn't be able to go anywhere and went on a killing spree destroying the entire village. Lady Divya could still hear the screams of horror. She managed to gather enough strength to cut herself loose. She managed to get the upper hand, but with the sorceress's last breath she cursed Lady Divya. Lady Divya went along for many years with the memory of her lost family. The family that had been taken from her. Lady Divya didn't know she was cursed and just thought it was the pain of loss. She grew darker and more twisted throughout the years. She had been repressing all of those traumatic memories until the point where she had forgotten about them. The lady that was known before had disappeared throughout the years and decades. She lived forever with the curse of the pain of loss. She didn't remember her family anymore, but she felt that there had been something missing in her heart. She felt her soul dead and her heart black. The deeper she dove into necromancy and dark sorcery the darker she became. She soon began killing supernatural creatures, and then she began killing her own kind. She had been filled with so much hatred and darkness that she lost her old self, and had no memory of what her former self had once been. She didn't know she was the very thing she swore to kill, or that she was killing the humans that she swore to protect. She grew worse and worse through out the decades until the point were she was so vile and evil that she couldn't come back from it. She always had a feeling in her dark heart, that something had been missing but she never knew what it was. Over the years she fashioned a name for herself. One that struck fear and terror into her victims. It was part of her persona and it was how she killed her victims. It was a name that was sort of given to her over time from the masses of terrified people who had died with age. When she killed someone she would Whisper to them through a hazed fog. She would whisper to them, making them think it was a lost child or someone in need of aid. They would get lost from their traveling party, or get lost from their route and when they would go too far away into the dark, hazed fog she would slaughter them and return their severed heads and limbs back through the neighboring towns. This was a tactic that struck fear into the mortal hearts and it fueled Lady Divya's legend. She became known as Deadly Whisper and had abandoned her mortal name and lived for her Immortal name and title. She walked the many roads of the many centuries ahead of her, a lone a dark cruel figure of evil. A plague to the mortal and supernatural world, growing stronger and more powerful each day. Growing darker and more twisted with every kill as she is known as the Deadly Whisper.
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