In a cruel turn of events, it seemed that the most scorned of empires had taken control of the land. Once nothing more than a band of thieves, their numbers grew so large that they formed fleets of fierce warriors that’d do anything for their nation. This kingdom was none other than the Nation of Xsaminc. Their leader was the most depraved woman in the entire continent, her Royal Majesty—Empress Siuapilli.

Empress Siuapilli was known throughout the land for her rage. Rumor had it that she had a man gutted and left to dry for gifting her too cheap of a gift. She had a taste for blood and was always the one leading armies into battle. She relished in the sight of violence and suffering, especially of those that had wronged her before. It was no surprise, considering that she bore witness to the murder of the rest of her lineage in the Grand Massacre, only spared by the mercy of a maid who guided her to safety. She frequently slaughtered citizens that committed espionage or treason against her great empire.

She was a tall, tan, muscular woman who didn’t have many curves. She was broad-shouldered, too, and covered in scars, adding to her terrifying aura. Unlike most other female leaders, she did not care for beauty nor grace. She was as raw as meat. Her black hair was cut so short that she might as well have been bald. Her face was chiseled—her high cheekbones, narrow and upturned dark eyes, and prominent Cupid’s bow all made her seem as if she were made from obsidian. Tattoos scattered upon her skin, telling of her conquests.

Now, Siuapilli sat on her golden, emerald-encrusted throne, looking down at the slaves below that worshipped her every move. She smiled, satisfied with the life she had built for herself. Never again would she be anyone’s victim.