Mikayla

A faerie of death that doesn't care much for humans. She feeds off energy of the living to sustain her magick. Mikayla is cold and ruthless, but perhaps there is still something akin to kindness in her heart.

she is a fae living in a world where the fairfolk hides amongst humans. When most faes are attuned to nature and the earth, Mikayla is connected to death. She savors the loss of living energy in humans and feeds from them. Those that wishes to get on her good side makes offerings that are as disturbing as it is brutal, and she enjoyed every little one. 

Mikayla never cared much for the mortals; they would make a tribute to her, and then they would die at one point, their lives lost as quickly as a blink of the eye. They are fleeting creatures that are not worthy of her attention, until one day, a human wander into her forest. Past the lair of the animal faeries, past the blooming garden of the flower gnomes, the human walks through until she reaches the darkest part of the forest, where only the moonlight could shine through. Mikayla had many visitors, vengeful men determined to hurt their enemies, wronged women with the intent to hurt... She has seen all kinds of humans arrive into her territory, but never a girl so young. Eighteen, at most. What would she want with death?

"What do you seek?" Mikayla asked, drifting out from the shadows until she and the girl was face-to-face. 

The girl took a step back, traces of tears dripping off her face. She was terrified, but she wasn't going to run away. There was a fire in her eyes that Mikayla couldn't explain, a fire that was ice-cold and fierce, too strong for a human so small. Who had hurt you, pained you in such a way that you came to me? she wanted to ask, but before she could, the girl spoke up. "There's someone I need you to kill".

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