Mika Zonde Backstory/Growing Up

One day, hundreds of years ago, two unholy lovers left the field of battle for a small time to do something quite important. They had known each other for a long time, and had been seeing each other for nearly the same amount. Therefore, they decided to have a child with each other. These two people were a vampire lord, who was a fierce fighter and a Demoness whose speed and sword finesse was unmatched. For a few human years they decided to sit their weapons aside to raise a family in the castle that the vampire lord owned.

They did in fact have this child, a crossbreed of demon and vampire. Even stranger yet, the child possessed a gene that turned it into a cat-person, neko if you will. She was born with tiny, black and white ears with a matching tail, pink hair, and tiny fangs that were as sharp as a knife.
The small family lived in a castle, near the border of vampire lands and lycan lands. These two factions hated each other, and everyday fought to destroy one another. Normally, the child’s father would have been leading troops into the enemy territory to defeat them. But, he felt like taking a break was necessary to raise his own child. This included the demoness’ mentality, to stay behind to raise the child, until it could sustain itself. But of course she was not alone, the lord had servants in his castle that assisted them and helped to raise the child.

Years would go by, and the child would grow into a small, mischievous little demon. She would be about six years old now, and have long, pink hair. She loved her hair, the color and smoothness of it. She also grew her ears and tail, to a decent size with a beautiful black and white color scheme. She couldn’t deny her love for the color red and black. Though, interesting changes were happening to her in this point in life. She started to have a pain in her stomach, a hunger for something. She spent an entire week trying to figure out what it was. Finally, she asked her mom about it, and was able to have a long talk about her lineage. She learned about how vampires and demons work, and what she should expect as life goes on. And she got the answer to her question, what she was hungering for. Vampires feed on the blood of living creatures. Though, this blood can just be from any living humanoid. Therefore other demons, vampires, even the servants at the house. Though, blood from relatives and oneself tasted pretty badly. She actually had a pretty good day talking to her mother the entire time, learning about her heritage. She was told for now that she would be brought blood from the servants, since she was too young to bite well.

A few weeks later, while exploring her dad’s castle, she came across a room she had never seen before. It ended up being a nice library, which enthralled her. She loved to read, but was brought books, she didn’t know this place existed. In her child-like excitement she went over to a shelf to get a book out. Sadly, her clumsy self rocked the shelf slightly, and the bookshelf tipped over, dropping them all. She was able to dodge due to her reflexes, but it made a loud bang, which most definitely attracted company. Scared that she will get told off, she quickly leaves the room and runs off, instantly hearing a servant call out to her, “Young Mistress! Did you knock over these books! Get back here!” She was being called by the servant personally responsible for her. She used to be a human but was damned to the underworld. Her name was Amy and she was very nice, but stern when need be. Like now, and it only made the child want to run, to not get a talking to. But, knowing it was best for her, retreated to be told off by the servant about her foul conduct. Even her mother came by, but took it much more lightly than the servant, laughing it off. In the end she had to put the books back and vow to be more responsible.

Sadly, not everything could be sunshine and lollipops. Even though she was told sunshine would hurt her and well, she dislikes lollipops. Anyway, that is beside the point. Her life was nearly perfect until she about turned seven. The mortal enemies of the vampires, lycans, were slowly gaining ground, and they needed their strongest general to help. This man would be her dad, and he would not refuse the call. He would gather his powerful armor and weapon set, and leave the next day, with only a goodbye to his daughter and a kiss to his wife. She wasn’t really sad to see him go, neither was her mother. She guesses it just was this way, for the fact she felt no real remorse. It would be years before she saw her father again.

Another small time skip, and it would be right after her ninth birthday. Her birthdays were nothing incredibly special, except for this one. This year one of the servants brought her a dress. And what an amazing dress it was. It fit perfectly, was a mixture of black and red, and was embodied beautifully. She loved everything about it. She had been a sucker for girly things like doing her hair and dressing like this. It was a good way to take her mind off of her everyday school. She now looks a lot more like she does when older, just a lot shorter, and younger looking. Cut short-ish pink hair, black dress, and nicely full grown ears and tail. Though, her ears and tail confused her. Her mother wasn’t like that, and her father certainly wasn’t like that. It was some odd thing she had, maybe even a disease? That slightly worried her for a few minutes, until she realized that it was far too nice to have a tail and ears, even if it was a disease. Though, she hated it when her tail betrayed her sometimes. For example, once as a prank she dumped some water on her mother while she was unexpecting. This made her furious, but her mother knew she was joking around, and playfully decided to chase her across the mansion. Though, for once, she would be able to escape. She listened real closely and could hear her mother walking down the halls, or even sense her when she wasn’t. Amazing, how can she do that? Was that part of her heritage like she was told years ago? This tactic of hiding and sensing worked for a while, well until she heard these words, “Well, you are pretty good at hiding child, but I can still sense you~.” Those sing-songy said words made her know she had been spotted. Giggling a bit and running away she would get stopped by her mother going at least four times faster than her, and grabbing her tail. This would cause her to yelp and then burst out in laughter as her mom hugs her. “I must say, you did an amazing job at running from me, it seems your powers are coming in…” She sounded genuinely proud of her daughter. A bit wide eye’d, she would look up at her mother, asking what she meant. Well, to continue the talk they had years ago, as she grew up natural powers of her would be unlocked through training and just existing. This included her speed from being a vampire, just naturally these beings can move with incredible speeds at the drop of a hat. While on the other hand demons could sense the presences of others and hide or be stealthy accordingly. But, this didn’t answer her other question about her ears and tail, which she knew were the same as a cats. To this, her mother was stumped. She had no idea where that came from, and blamed it on random chance. But she told her daughter to not worry, because it was really cute.

What her mother forgot to mention was her innate hunger to bite someone and feed off of them. Being brought blood was nice, but one night she was really hungry and couldn’t sleep. Her regular black eyes turned dark red, and she lusted for blood to take. Standing up in the dead of night, she left her room hunting for someone. Quickly, she would find a servant walking the halls and started to stalk them. Like a cat who had just found prey. After a few minutes when the servant stopped to look around, she pounced them. For the first time in her life she would sink her teeth into the servant’s neck, bringing the blood up with her fangs and drinking from them. After a few seconds she would stop, and her eyes would turn back normal. In a slight panic she would look at the now unconscious servant. She wouldn’t know what to do, she was incredible guilty, blood would cover her mouth and she was going to be found soon. Breaking down, she would start to cry, scared of her own actions. Her mother would instantly hear, and come to the rescue, only to find the scene. Instantly understanding what happened, she takes a cloth out and wipes the child’s mouth while she is crying. After, she picks up the small child and takes her to her bedroom, comforting her and putting her on the bed. She had other servants take care of the unconscious one. The child would slowly drift off to sleep in her mother’s arms. The mother really wished that her husband was here, because he was the vampire, and would be able to explain this much better. At least she knew about vampires enough to explain it to her daughter.

A week after she turned twelve, her dad returned from war. He had news of the war, and it was going badly. He had just held a fort down single handedly. Due to false information, he had to hold it by himself. Her father was an amazing fighter, able to combine sword skill and magic to decimate enemies. No assailant got to him before he chopped them down to size. This was the first battle in which he got wounded while killing them all. It was a bloody gruesome mess. He won the battle against hundreds of enemies, but it made him realize the numbers of his enemy. He had explained to his daughter that this was no time to have ladylike mannerisms. This was a time of war and every vampire needed to fight. She was a bit nervous to be honest. She didn’t want to fight, and more or less wanted to have a peaceful life. But, her father was adamant that she at least learned to fight, so if worst came to worst she could defend herself. Reluctantly she started to learn the skills of fighting with various weapons, blocking, tactics, and all of that stuff. Her mother on the other hand will teach her, her powers, vampiric and demonic. By now she had gotten her vampiric urges under control, by careful teachings from her mother and practicing by herself. She could go a few days without feeding and keep it under control, but after that she would go into frenzy.
The next day she reported to a training room in the castle. She again had never seen this room, though it seems the room had been sealed off until recently. Dust covered parts of it, as it seems the servants tried to quickly clean it before she inhabited it. They didn’t do a good job though. Once she entered her dad looked down upon her, and told her a multiple of things. She could barely remember what they are now. But it went along the lines of knowing your opponent was the name of the game. Knowing the strengths of weaknesses of your enemy was key. Try to never get hit. This was a very easy one to remember, not getting hit meant not dying. But her dad meant much more than that. Every time you get hit, you slow down, you think for a second of what you did wrong. This throws your timing off more, and will lead to more mistakes. That day, she was showed an array of bladed weaponry that she will learn over time. This ranges from short swords, long swords, katana’s, poleaxes, pikes, and scythes.

The way she learned was trial by fire. She picked a weapon and her father would pick the counter to that weapon. Time after time she would get countered and flung across the room into a wall. This would only cause her father to shake her head and bark at her to try harder. But, this quickly let her excel in the weapons. Months later she had taken a scythe to battle. Her dad to counter would have chosen a two tipped pike to get her weapon stuck and then disarm her. But, this one day she had better reaction time than her dad. Instead of her weapon getting caught, she moved her weapon just in time and hooked the blade around her dad’s neck. She won once, after thousands of times of trying. This caused her dad to laugh and say that she was nearly fully trained, just a few more months. But her mother could finish that along with her powers training. She will need to train her speed and reaction time, since that is her strongest point.

Her power training was much more relaxed than her weapon training. Her mother and she went outside to train her speed, stealth, reaction time and various powers she had. It was much more relaxed and easy to do for a while. Until her mom made her start racing her until she won. It took a few months until one day she broke some mental barrier and was able to move faster than her mom. It was the first real time that she had been outside of the castle, so this was quite interesting for her. Sadly there wasn’t much out in the large plains of hell.

She had gotten a new black dress to swear, though this one was less long, easier to fight in. She demanded that she still be able to wear a dress while training and fighting, since she loves the dress so much. Her mother was quick to agree to let her do so.

While she trained constantly for months, and the once or twice every day after that, she never put the skills to good use. Her mother, and reluctantly her father, agreed to not have her fight in the war. Which to be honest, she wanted to do at this point. She was told once she turned eighteen she could freely participate, since by the point she would be an untouchable killing machine. Consenting to this deal, she waited for her birthday to come by. At this point she was sixteen years old, and nearing her eighteenth birthday. She had finally stopped growing at this point, and settled into a specific look for sound this part of her age.  

She settled on shorter pink hair, even though she liked longer hair. Her ears and tail were in full from, and she continued to love the black dresses she used. But, this year would be the start of a chain of events that forever changed her life.

Three months before her eighteenth birthday, she received a report from a distressed looking vampire. He hands shook because she knew what it was, so did her mother. Her father had been killed in the middle of battle. The numbers were too large and the enemies too powerful. His entire armies of thousands of troops were obliterated into just corpses. This included her father. The report also stated about how vampires were very quickly losing the war, and they were too close to the border. They were prompted to move away before the lycans got too close. Her mother was distressed, but tried to keep a clear head. Moving away seemed like the best way to keep themselves alive for a while. At least… they thought they had time to go. But, due to faulty scouts and intercepted information, their enemies were upon them, and they were seizing the castle.

She made the worst mistake of her life that day. When the castle got attacked, the servants fled, and she was getting prepared to fight the troops at the doors. But, her mother refused to let her fight. She stated that she just leave, and let her take care of it. She thought this was a mistake but her mother insisted. Consenting to her will, she left, knowing that her mother was more powerful than all these lycans. She was wrong. Upon leaving the castle and sprinting away the fastest she could go, which was insanely fast, she heard screams of agony. It wasn’t fifteen minutes into the battle before her mother got overtaken and killed. A flood of emotions would take her over. Realizing what she did by abandoning her mother, she left her die. Groaning, a fire would rise inside of her. She was going to avenge her parent’s death. No matter what it took.

She would ready herself as she watched the lycans destroy the castle. They set it ablaze and camped there that night, watching it burn to the ground. She would have brought a long katana with her and she had her magic. Therefore, she knew what she had to do. Filled by rage, she would furiously sprint into combat, arriving in the middle of the camp of hundreds in seconds. Due to her speed no one noticed until she was in the middle of their camp. It wouldn’t take long before lycans were calling out they had a vampiric intruder, and a young one at that. They sneered at her, “Where are your parents child! Go home to mommy!” She only frowned, her face darkened by the some of her hair. She hadn’t drawn her weapon yet, waiting for one to attack her first. One would make a stupid move, walking up to her. “I’ll make it quick girly, don’t wo—“ Before the lycan could get out his words, he was impaled through the neck, and then flipped over her back, killing it instantly. She looks up, scowling, holding her katana in one hand, waiting for the next ones to attack her. She calls out, “You took my family, my servants, my castle, and now you shall pay, you will all pay.”

The lycans observe her for a moment, and then launch a full attack on her. All of them charge her at once, weapons draw, some in wolf form, trying to tear her piece from piece. This is when she would realize something. In this one moment, she was more powerful than her father and mother. The battle would last a quick ten minutes. Heads scattered the ground, bodies laid on the ground impaled on weapons. Wolf corpses laid still, severed in half. Some bodies were ripped in half. By the ten minutes were up, only one werewolf was left, a coward. She was covered in blood, and would walk up to him, grabbing it by the neck and lifting it up. She didn’t receive a single scratch in the fight. Untouched, like her father until now. The werewolf stammers out, “B-Before you kill me, w-who are you?” She smirks, tilts her head, and laughs. She has two distinct personalities. And this was her fighting mentality. Brutal, effective, and scary as hell. “Isn’t it obvious pathetic whelp? I am the new famous Untouched Warrior. I am the child of Hirenroth Zonde, the most famous warrior known to vampires and lycans alike. I am Mika Zonde, go back to your allies, and make them fear my name. You will get to live for now if you do so.” She would release the werewolf and it would quickly run off, towards the east, towards werewolf lands. She would smirk. It’s time to finish what her father could never do. For revenge this time.

A week later, Mika had gathered a small army of powerful vampires. She was going to end this war by herself. But she wasn’t going to go straight for the capital. Oh no, she was going to destroy every settlement, village, everything, and then kill the king. This was her fury. She was going to end this war and kill every lycan. For the next few months settlements would go up in flame within seconds as Mika and her followers destroyed them nearly instantly. Her first challenge is when she got to the fortified fort town that the lycans owned. It had walls, and a small castle inside. It wasn’t the capital by far, but taking this town would force the lycans to fall back to their capital. From there they would all be killed, giving Mika her revenge. She honestly didn’t care her father died. But they were going to pay for harming her mother. She was the nicest thing in her life, and it was forcefully taken from her. She wasn’t going to stand for it.

Approximately six months after her first fight, she came upon the walls of the fortified town. This was the last town, the last blockade before she could take the capital. The walls were no problems, the vampires easily scaled them and instantly started to destroy men, women, child, and guard or not guard, they were all destroyed. Mika was the head fighter here. She immediately went to the small castle, to kill the royal guard and the leader of the town. The leader of the town was the military second in command, who only reported to the king himself. His name was unknown, but he was supposed to be a fierce fighter. Mika will be the judge of that. When she entered the castle, nothing slowed her down. Guards with swords got impaled into the wall. Archers were blasted by demonic magic. Nothing stopped her. She blasted the gates of the main room down. Only to be greeted by a single man, standing there. He was seven feet tall, much bigger than Mika. He was strong, and held duel katanas. His presence unsettled Mika for once. She thought this man could be very dangerous, but had no doubts that she could kill him. She wasn’t wrong, the fight lasted 20 minutes. Mika didn’t get scathed once, and the man died quickly after Mika getting one hit in. He let his guard down once, and it allowed Mika to break his defense. After that, repeated stabbing to the chest stopped him from ever causing problems again. By the time Mika walked out, the entire city was on fire and burning to the ground. She lost some troops in that, but still had 20 elite units left to use. Smiling, they all know what is going to happen. It is time to take the capital.

It would be some time before Mika attempted to take down the capital. It was much more heavily fortified than she expected. Huge thick walls, guard towers, and a lot of troops defending it. All the lycan had fled to the capital. Therefore, all the blood she wanted was here. But, for once, she didn’t know if she had enough manpower to take it down. While one of her elite vampires may be able to take on a thousand lycans, there were more than twenty-five thousand troops here. It was going to be hell just getting to the throne room. Therefore, Mika was going to help this time. All of them will take down the security, and then move into the throne room at once. It happened in a flash. Mika gave a signal and herself and her twenty elite troops jumped over the walls. Describing the battle with the guards is redundant. They were slaughtered like the animals they were. Citizens were bathed in the blood of their loved ones before being slaughtered themselves. The royal guard even tried to stop them. Only one vampire went down during the fight. Mika would be laughing maniacally the entire way up to the throne room.

The castle would be devoid of guards. They all tried to attack the vampires while they were fighting the regular guard. They all died. Mika would make it to the huge, golden doors of the throne room. Kicking them in, she would step inside with her troops to the throne room. On a giant throne made a crystal, a man would sit. “You dare attack my people, my kingdom, and then face me? Girl, you will die here.” The king stands up and draws a huge 4 foot wide 8 foot long sword. Suddenly the king would disappear. Mika knows what is about to happen and blocks. There is a loud sound as metal hits metal, and screams of agony would fill the air. The king was fast, and had magic that allowed him to blink. To Mika’s advanced training she could see him move around, but the others couldn’t. They all got sliced down instantly, decapitated and killed. It would only be the small girl, Mika, and the werewolf king left alive. She would have fright in her eyes. Her katana would not last against a broadsword like that. She might die here. No! She refuses to! Mika will win this for her family, for her mother, for herself! Mika sprints towards the king, faster than the human eye could comprehend.

The fight would go on for two hours. Everytime Mika attacked, he blocked perfectly then counter, in which Mika would dodge or block. If he casted magic Mika would counter it. They were nearly evenly skilled. Until the king started to lose energy. Finally, his defense was let down slightly and Mika went in for the attack. She impaled his shoulder, making the beast cry out in pain. Mika would jump back, breathing heavily. She was hungry for blood now; this fight was using all of her energy. But she was about done, one last attack… She launched herself forward, going for the neck, but. She gets grabbed by the king and his monstrous hands, being held away from him. “Pesky girl…I will fix this.” Below her, a dark purple portal would open up, and before she knew what was going on, she was dropped into it.

When Mika opened her eyes again, she would be back when she saw her mother get killed. This was a year and a half ago. How was she here? What happened to her?! She tried to move but couldn’t. Why couldn’t she move!? Looking down she realizes she is in some object. A…A necklace? Suddenly everything would go black, and she would go unconscious. Her last thoughts here just full confusion. She had no idea what was going on. But now, she was trapped. Trapped inside a necklace and sent back in time. Now she never avenged her mother, her father, or got the bloodshed she wanted. Hundreds of years would go by, and she would end up forgetting all of her memories, lying inside the necklace, waiting for someone to release her. The necklace would end up in a dungeon on Earthland, waiting for someone to find it.