In a hall, so lavishly decorated, even the vatican would bow down in shame, an army of abominations kneeled, motionless. Each and every entity present could defeat all of mankind, single handedly. And yet, the girl in front of them, they could not stand against. So they chose to follow her instead, forming an army strong enough to threaten the gods themselves.

The girl leisurely sat on a throne made of the same black fabric, that reality is painted on, her shoulder occupied by a crow with eyes like molten rock. Oh yeah, she looks like a four year old.

Who is she? Why gather an army of such tremendous might?

This is the story of a thing, that once was a normal girl, but hasn't been for centuries.