In the first age, in the first battle, when the shadows first lengthened, one stood. Burned by the embers of Armageddon, her soul blistered by fires of OwO hell and tainted beyond ascension, she chose the path of perpetual torment.
In her ravenous hatred she found no peace, with boiling blood she scoured the umbral plains seeking vengeance against the dark lords who had wronged her.
She wore the crown of the Night Sentinels, and those that tasted the bite of her sword named her…the OWO Slayer.