Her first sensation, was her creation. Spun from chaos and absolute negation, she realized she was female. From primordial darkness, and the will of its ultimate Master, was she aware of herself. His enormity loomed before her, his dreadfull perfection plain to see. An appalling hyme of praise to her Creator rumbled from demonic mouths, counterpointed by the agonized howls of those who were accursed. The harrowing sound soothed her confusion like a lulabye, calming her; she knew where she belonged as a child to this darkness. She stood before her creator, unafraid: she was His creation, to do with as He pleased. He considered it, the fruit of his labors, among the best He had yet created. He had woven it to perfection, darkness flowed through its very existance, it was true evil. It was beautifull, its features clean cut and preditory, its body lithe yet supple, and alluring. It was as gracefull as a panther, as lovely as a fine sword, and just as deadly. He had filled it with dark power, it was formidable. It was all he had labored for, it was souless, heartless, beautifully evil, and pure poisen to the Light. It was...flawed. He turned His back to it in angry disgust, it was flawed and imperfect, He would destroy it. Yet, He stayed his will, it was the best He had yet made; perhaps it would still serve the purpose, faulty though it was. He gifted the sword Kethrik upon it and uttered only three words before banishing the marred creature from His sight. “Use it well.”

Her second sensation..was the unending empty agony of souless awareness.

..catiana..a simple name...for one who was never named. Perhaps a name best suited to adorn a Lady of high court...or a name suited for a loyal and loving submissive. But no..this name carries with it a great stain..blood of the innocent..and the taint of purest darkness. Willingly she revels in the agonies of others..screams sweet music to her ears..the taste of pain spiced flesh carved savagely from a helpless victim much to her liking...the scent of fear a pleasure. Delighting in the pain and horror of the living..she herself has never been alive..no heart beats within her breast..no soul within her..the body merely a housing for a vile awareness. Niether demon nor angel, nor any form of creature known to existance. What she is, is a complete mystery, for there are none in all the worlds or levels of existance as she is.

The venom of darkness runs pure in her viens..a corrosive poison capable of eating effortlessly through any metal as easily as flesh..its properties are largely unknown to the light..but it has been seen that her body aborbs any toxins easily..making them her own..using them to strengthen herself. The poisen of her blood is dreadfull..and beyond a healers touch..once the corrosive has burned through the skin..it is to late..the poisen is a part of you..inciting pain..madness..and death..demon or angel..makes no difference.. Only her will can take it from you..but beware the price of this service..it can be very high. Her very being was created for one thing..to kill..to create suffering..to induce the misery she so enjoys. Her powers are very large and wide ranging..but always does she carry with her..the tools of her trade..daggers..arrows..weapons of her own devising and Kethrik..dread sword of shadows. A scientist..engineer..inventor..and more..her skills and talents are varied..able to devise of the most diabolical machines and weapons..and build them. Her origins are simple..not of women born was she..the greater darkness that created her reached far forward into the future to find one female worthy..and stole from her a portion of essense..a small portion of what was needed..thus was catiana created female...from the will and thought of pure evil..from the greater darkness beyond...devoid of heart and soul..a vessel for housing great destructive power.

Yet..if one looks close..one might catch..in an unguarded moment..a faint trace of wistfullness and pain..an odd longing that which she herself cannot explain. Her secrets are many.. the intracacies of what she is..is beyond the grasp of all others..she is immortal..and alone. Abhored by the Light..shunned by the dark...deadly for both..and holding allegieance to no one.....her existance a bane to all creation... She treads her dark path still..her hunger for the pain of others remains undiminished ..and Beware is her feeding ground.

Know of her what you will. Asmodeus calls her construct. Thelrax names her sister. She fought beside Berserkr in the days of the Guild. She crossed swords with Sir George and overcame the sting of Excalaber. She has bent the universes fabric to her will. The only DarkStar forge is hers to command. She exists outside the domain of Hells Hierarchy, there are none of this realm who may command her. The very earth groans under the wieght of the taint she spreads.