Demeter

A vampire doomed to relive trauma for survival, when all she wishes for is redemption through death.

    Married to Karmanon, a successful entrepeneur in farming, she lived a peaceful and comfortable life in a small, recluse Cenedran town home to both. However, such comfort was never kept purely to themselves, as its abundance was shared with their commonfolk neighbours whenever their needs arised. Unfortunately, her husband eventually fell ill to a foreign disease contracted while he was away on business. Widowed, struck with grief, and lacking experience in managing her late man's assets, all led her downward a spiral economic and emotional. After her grievance had receded, she managed to be in touch with her townspeople again, and continued to support them any way she could, as she once did by the side of the only man she had ever loved.
   However, little did she or even anyone know this was purely one of the first symptons of the incoming plague. The disease he had contracted affected flora as well, especially the very fruit he cultivated. As crops withered until reaching the hometown, so did the economy on which it so heavily depended upon, eventually wiping the town off the map as its own populace died by the dozens. With famine haunting over them, the frightened who lasted the deadly filter were let into Demeter's home, but with such demand for her care spiking up so suddenly, no inheritance could ever satisfy their woes.
   Eventually running out of supplies, some on the brink of the starvation preyed on those less prone to psychosis. As so many were driven by madness to paint the manors halls red with the blood of their neighbours and family, feeding on their corpses, the traumatic miasma of lingering death poisoning her veins led Demeter down the same path. As the surviving rest fell by her inherited rage, she was all by her own, shrouded by the same accentuated grief and bleakness she felt when widowed.
   Now, her self preservation drives her to relive this horror eternally more as she lures other innocent into the her own house of slaughter. Despite such regrettable methods of survival, a hint of innocence lingers in her deteriorating soul, as she tries her best to let her victims be as comfortable as they possibly can, so their final days shall be as free of suffering as can be, before inevitably being halted by her best attempt at a clean and painless execution. But with grief, violence and hunger clouding her memories as vampirism eats away at her conscience, the blood-splattered corridor she finds herself in stretches ever longer.

 she/her