From a young age, Shar was taught the ways of battle, of strategy, and the dark arts. She was the perfect heir, her demonic bloodline powerful enough to rival even the gods, with a fierce loyalty to her people that burned like fire.

When the war broke out, Shar fought with all the ferocity of her race. She had no mercy, no hesitation. Her people had been wronged, and she would see the enemy pay, only to be pushed into the shadows. Her father, the Demon King, was slain in battle, and with his death, her people fell into chaos.

The war ended not with a treaty or peace, but with the extermination of the demons. Leaving only Shar and she was a warrior. Her grief, anger, and sorrow demanded an outlet.

For decades, she traveled from village to village, city to city, hunting down the descendants of those who had fought against her people. She slaughtered entire families, tore through cities, and became known as a beast, They gave her name born from fear: "The Red Death."

But her vengeance began to feel hollow. She had no allies, no family, no hope left in the world. The faces of the innocent the children, the elderly, the ones who had no part began to haunt her. it wasn’t until she encountered the last survivor of one of her massacres that the true depth of her grief hit her.

The grief in the girl’s eyes mirrored her own, and Shar realized something that shattered her entirely: she wasn’t avenging her people anymore. She was simply continuing the cycle of violence, creating more grief, more pain, and more hatred, just as her enemies had done to her. Her rage had twisted her into a monster, and in her quest for vengeance, she had only perpetuated the suffering she so despised.

Unable to bear it, she fled into the desolate ruins of her father’s castle, the last standing reminder of her once-great lineage. She isolated herself, her heart heavy with guilt, her mind spiraling into a deep depression. She no longer sought vengeance, no longer cared for the world beyond the castle's crumbling walls. The last princess of a fallen race, now a solitary soul. All she had left was the silence of the castle, the remnants of a race long gone, and the weight of her own heartache from her actions.