You come to know of the woman here called Night Heart? Perhaps you have seen me in another form as well, yes? The Devil's plaything, perhaps? I have been known by many names through the many centuries of my life; my true name has been known by few, and far fewer still who have lived... my unfortunate birth is now an irrelevant past, but if you must pry...

My mother was a human bastard of royal blood... Her parentage and her beauty made her outcast, but such things can be useful as well. Her wits were strong, and it was the time when messengers of heaven still sometimes visited the earth. When she discovered an angel visiting among her people, she seduced him, hoping to somehow better her life. She did for a time, capturing his love and his seed within her womb, but soon he was cast from heaven for his folly. In time they both knew more power than they had ever enjoyed before... in the service of the fallen angel of light.

My birth came to the mismatched couple in time with their rapid climb among the ranks of hell. I and my life were dedicated to the service of my godfather, Lucifer. I proved to be a quick study, ruthlessly efficient, and jealously hoarded by those lucky enough to command me for a time. My discerning eye plotted my own course with few detours, and I grew into my own like wildfire. Eager and dark, intelligent beyond rights, my curiosity and skill brought me far. With dedication my weapons skills excelled, and I eventually came to the notice of my godfather. I was precocious thing then, and became something of a cherished pet to him.

I was constantly at the devil's side, except when busily at his work that doubled as play. I lived lifespans apart from my parents between times I saw them. As things later came to pass, it was certainly by my godfather's plan. I was a treasured pet and adopted daughter he did not want to be wasted in service to lesser minions and their convoluted maneuverings. Due to the influence of my mother's human blood, I had aged albeit slowly. Godfather put an end to that when he began replacing my blood with his own devil taint. I willingly served at my second father's wise and sometimes temperamental behest. I grew familiar with all the manner of creatures that served him, and I knew intimately the nature of his plots in the many realms of his influence. He gave me an item of power that help sway over many types of creatures that walked among the planes of hell, and he also entrusted me with the command of an elite force.

The machinations of my mother came to me from a distance, and disgusted me greatly. She had schemed herself into a place in hell in a play to extend her life beyond her mortal years. Now a succubus, she acted more to her own benefit than to that of her generous benefactor. More often explaining herself than being useful, she was allowed to live because Lucifer did not want to alienate me, his beloved pet.

Not dissimilar, my father never could devote himself wholeheartedly to the evil he was now a part of. He was an unimpressive, if powerful lower general. He had some notable fumbles to his name as well.

In time, my concern for my parents faded. Their occasional entreaties to me for assistance went unreturned. My patience wore thin. My mother's desire for the things noble she had never known had returned in full with the hedonism of a new age. She had the mistaken idea that her were her due. My father had turned to numbing his mind as a way of escaping his guilt. His performance declined accordingly. Excess is frequently encouraged among hell's armies, but he had gone too far. He needed to be returned to his true god and my mother to the earth from which she came. In hindsight, I am sure my godfather had some hand in orchestrating my eventual conclusions in this matter, yet I have no regrets for my actions. My parents were liabilities to myself and to my master. Their executions proved useful as well, ensuring my place, proving my fairness, and leading the way to my later power. Logic ruled my mind, and things of emotion were understood only from that vantage. I had learned to use sexuality as a tool, and others' emotions against them, though I was rarely called upon to do so.

My parents' deaths cleared my name, made me more feared, and deadened what remained of my human emotion that much further. While my father thanked me for his release with his last breath, my mother cursed me. "Never again will you be both judge and executioner."

Beacause of the curse, my nature split into two: the first side was ever in control, and the second was a creature of emotion and bloodlust. The two sides of myself were ever present, but in the centuries that passed from the time of their initial split, each grew strong in her own rights and developed into very separate entities. Night Heart was the mediator, and The Devil's plaything her executioner. Night Heart weilded the strongest of magics, and plaything made an art of killing. While initially a great confusion, I had found a strange peace with my duality and put it to my advantage.

My godfather began imparting his gifts to me in earnest once he was my only remaining relation. He had me spend more time among the mortals, to learn as much as to give me relief from the constant use of my martial disciplines. At his behest, I dedicated myself to the mastering of magic. I had much to learn at first and many weaknesses to overcome while I was rediscovering myself, and my changed nature. I went on a long sabbatical, dedicating myself to the learning of shadow skills and of the natural world from which they stem. I have learned much, and have much more left to master. All of my gained knowledge served only to highlight how little I knew. I returned to my godfather after a century of study only to be sent to a new place called Beware. I served him by day, rekindling my weapons skills concurrently. By night I wandered, sating my curiosity and spreading my proverbial wings, learning new skills, and honing those already gained. Now, Lucifer has set me free, and I serve my own designs.

Soon after I came to beware I began to change, as I found love in a vampire by the name of Fistandantilus. The reason that had so long ruled me was cracked, and emotion began to color my life. Sadly, our time together was short as torpor then death claimed him, but I learned much in that short time and still love him dearly. Through a striking together of folly and luck, I am now one again, and while I relearn to be whole, I learn my capabilities anew, for they are greater than while I was divided. I suppose I may owe this boon to my first love, for it was the aftermath of his death that freed me from my mother's curse, making me at last fully my own, and truly free.

In time I came to have friends and allies, among both dark and light in Beware. I have met many of my relations through the blood of my second and most-loved father, none yet of my mother. In time I came to love again, and learned yet another lesson about youth and those who chase their deaths. Those who seek death will always find it eventually, and at times in the least likely of places.

Now, I am content to pass my time with my most unique Companion: Proteus Unbound@soi. He is my teacher, my love, my friend, my student, sometimes more myself than I. Studies, travel, and searching yet take much of my time. Much of it is spent alone, broken by the occasional time with my friends or with my lovers. The are a few places I frequest more than others: that which lies between realities called ash'jera, V'soul's palace in Limbo, Resistor in the 9th plane of hell, my own world called Tol'Era, and on occasion Beware. I've even taken up breeding horses at Fist's old #r-tremere(castle) with a great deal of help from Vana Rose nee Laieshi.

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