Origin ~ Panther's past

[Panther385]

((I finally get the time to write this down.... I'm posting it in several parts, as my fingers would fall off if I did it in one go. ))

Darkness.

Water.

Where am I?

Silence.

Mother?

The cord was gone.

Mother?!

Light in the distance, a pinprick of hope. A deep voice spoke.

Little one, come with me.

A hand appared. The unborn female took it.
Suddenly, light enveloped her. Then heat. Burning, searing heat.
The small blue cat shook miserably. She was underdeveloped, one could easily see her bones. Her eyes were bulging from her skull.

"Where a I?" She said softly.
A large apparation stood before her. A skeleton in a cloak with a scythe. Its bones where slightly yellowed and cracked.

"Mommy?" She whispered.

The Reaper shook his head slowly.
"Your Mother is dead."

Tears fell from the child's eyes. He put a hand on her shoulder and leaned down to her eye level.
"Your Mother was killed in an.... accident." He hesitated on saying this.
"Father is here though."
He gently turned her to face an extremley large daemon. He had broad shoulders and scales like a dragon. Giant curling ram's horns spiralled around his floppy rabbit ears.

"This her?" He said gruffly.

The Reaper nodded. "Aye, Dakishan. Raise her well, she may have some prolems."

Dakishan squinted his eyes at the feline, glaring at her.
"Fine. C'mon, wench." Father grabbed her by the shoulder and dragged her off to his home.

****....Eight years later....****

"Hurry up, damnit!" The daemon growled. A well muscled anthro ox trailed behind him, dragging a wagon with hundreds of dead corpses on them.

The ox snorted and her knees buckled. Falling onto her knees, she glanced up at her cruel parent.

"Damn you," Father rolled his eyes annoyedly. "Can't you do anything right?!" He kicked he in the side, causing her to fall flat on her face. Father continued kicking her with his sharp claws. Soon, blood gushed out her side.

"I-I can't get.. up.." She wheezed.

"Fine then. Lay there an die. See if I care." He began to stroll away from his bleeding daughter.

She screwed her eyes shut, slamming a hoof in the dirt. The creature morphed into a large black dragon and began towing the cart once more. The gashes still bled profusley.

"I can make it.." She wheezed again. Suddenly, she retched blood on the rocky path. Coughing, she continued to walk. The jerk had most likely broken a rib or two.

Father smirked.

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((Grah, I forgot about this..... *blink* ))

****....Several eons later....****

Panther had enough of this. The torture, the work, the acting like a prissy little servant.

She ground her teeth together as she sat in the 'kitchen' of her father's 'home'. This was the last straw. She would not be married of to some lord of the underworld; father couldn't give a crap about her. He only wanted the money that came into play after the ceremony.

A small idea seeded itself in the back of Panther's mind.... The house was made of wood after all, and situated atop of Hell. Her father didn't care much for the summers down there. She grinned evilly and searched through the drawers of the counter.

They have to be here somewhere.... Ahah!
She held up a box of matches in her paw. Today, the abuse would end.

****....An hour or so later....****

Father shivered. He huddled against the charred wall of his house. To his dismay, it was still hot. He flinched back and shuddered again. As soon as he came home, Panther had lept on him and set him on fire; while proceeding to destroy the rest of the house.

"Come out, come out, wherever you are.... Daddy....." A mocking voice called in singsong. Panther's grinning visage appeared around the corner of the wall. A murderous light glinted in her eyes as her right arm morphed into what seemed to be a bird's leg- only in was black and was decorated with glowing white lines.

She slowly walked over to her father, arm raised high.
"Die for me, now, okay?" The morpher/daemon cross cackled cruelly. With one sweep of her morphed arm, her father's life had ended.

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The sound of her father's blood splattering still echoed through her mind.

The moment kept playing over and over like an old movie through her dreams. It just would let her sleep. She'd heard a wise saying once, 'Those who suffer may rest, but those who cause suffering, will be awake forevermore.' It would seem to suit the situation, if it was the other way around.

The clanking of her chains woke her from her slumber. Not too soon after she murdered her father, several demons came to see what all the commotion was about. They'd caught her off guard and knocked her out, dragging her to some unknown place.

"The murderess us awake?"

"Yes, sir."

"Good. Then the trial can begin."

A pounding of a gavel was heard and dispersed all drowsiness. Panther looked upwards, her vision sudden;y obscured by the bars of a cage. She could see through the bars a courtroom, if you could call it that. It was damp and infested with all kinds of disgusting creatures that served as the jury. The judge was a slimy, frog-like creatures with giant emerald eyes that looked like they were about to pop out of his head.

"The accused, Panther Otaku, now stands with the charge of murder, defiance, and violation of the Third and Second Laws of the Underworld. How do you plead?"