BloodRayne
when families could create their own superheroes, and gain billions upon billions in government funding, well, let's just say the lives of those forced to BE those heroes, isn't going to be what anyone would call normal, or healthy, or even a life at all depending on who you ask.
and no one knew that more than Rayna, BloodRayne, a "hero" with the ability to use blood however she wanted, she could create it, make it rain from the clouds, hell, she could even use it to stop another person's heart with nothing more than a thought.
which, in this dog-eat-dog world, this, fight or die culture, this, strong eats weak indoctrination, you'd think would be a good thing.
I mean, she had godlike power, she secured her family trillions in funding, yes, TRILLIONS, and yet.
she was still nothing more than an outcast, a black sheep, all because her family pioneered holy superpowers, and all of them had golden hair and blue eyes.
and she didn't.
she had pitch-black hair and crimson eyes.
to them, she was nothing more than a demon who'd infiltrated their ranks and stolen the spot of their real daughter, her younger sister who failed to be born with ANY powers whatsoever.
which, was a much bigger deal than anyone let on, because in families like this, everyone was born with powers, everyone.
and yet here she was, "broken", *cough* (normal)*cough*, a crime, a taboo for this family.
but not even that stopped her family from treating her like one of their own.
like family.
like the ONE thing Rayna had wanted from the moment she was born in her first life as Ryan, a powerless nobody abandoned on the streets, a hopeless soul who'd dared to wish for love, a broken being who sought family, even if it meant he'd give up his very body in exchange for another, for one suited for family, one that was attractive, and strong.
he was a fool, and he died as one, but Rayna, refused to live as one.
and if needed, she'd sleep with, claw, murder, manipulate, or straight up annihilate anyone or anything in her way on her conquest for family, even if it meant she'd have to make one herself.
she didn't care.
she died for this, it was happening whether the world wanted it to or not.
even if it meant she had to become the one thing her mother often called her.
the one thing that still managed to pierce her very cold, hardened, isolated heart.
"demon."
