I wasn’t born in a peaceful world. I was born in a world that was on the verge of an outbreak, an infection so serious that it killed millions before anyone realized it. All because one man had a grudge against the world. The same man died at my hands for the murders that his monsters committed to those I cared about.

As the years passed the infection killed my parents, my friends, everyone I knew. Humans fought for years but could never make a dent. My parents fought this battle and died in it. That was a dark day for me. But I persevered. I had to. It was my job to finish training; to get to my limits and keep pushing. So I did. I pushed and trained and when it was time, I led the brave and strong to a fight they knew they might not survive. I tried to save who i could, but that wasn’t my mission. I was to kill the Queens.

These monsters that infected our world were like bee hives. Each nest had their Little Queen and her soldiers and Knights. The soldiers were for the men and women who followed me to handle. It made it easier for me to get to the Queen and her Knights.

I’d been told from a very young age, that the Goddess who warned Humanity of the impending infection, had bestowed one last gift to the world. I was that gift. I was born to be bathed in blood and rid the world of this infection of unholy monsters.

Each Monster, while similar could be unique. It all depended on who or what their Queen had eaten. Some were smart, some were quite stupid. The smart monsters, the Queens kept closer to protect her and the nest. The rest were sent for hunting and killing.

For years, I killed Queen after Queen, yet the numbers still stayed steady. Killing a Queen would take out all who were born by her. They all had a telepathic connection and a life force connection to her. The more the Queen had in numbers, the stronger she would become.

So my comrades and I decided that there must be the Original Queen. The First Queen. The only Queen that can birth another Queen egg. So the Hunt began.

Nest after Nest, battle after battle, we search, and we killed. Until at last, found the ugly bitch.