An Israeli girl, daughter of a retired mage that healed and educated any people that requested his help. Since that was seen as being an ally of the enemy by both sides, his death was unavoidable. Someone who helped you was good, but if that person helped the one you attempt to delete, it’s not good anymore. They could choose to side with the enemy at any moment. That’s why he was killed. Of course, Sharey was targeted as well. When an evil is eradicated, its seed must be eliminated as well. But Sharey, as the little girl that she was, couldn’t understand why they wanted to see her dead. She hadn’t done anything wrong, so why should she die?
Running from her chasers, she was saved by the employees of a businessman, who was known for rescuing children like her and giving them a new family. The businessman was charmed by Sharey and chose to take care of her himself. She was happy, but her happiness faded away as soon as she stepped on the man’s mansion. Her room was tiny and dark, without any windows or decoration, just four walls of concrete. Her meals consisted on just some dry bread and water. She was forced to work like a slave, and beaten brutally whenever she did something wrong.
The day her decadence started was the day in which she entered a room she didn’t have to enter. Thinking she could convince him to stop with this abusive treatment, she entered his office. It was empty. Some papers were on the desk. She knew there would be consequences for entering without permission, and that they would be harsher if she touched something she shouldn’t, but she grabbed the papers. She could barely read, but she understood what was going on. That businessman wasn’t some abusive old man that saved children to give them a second chance in life. The kids were sold as slaves, but that wasn’t the worst. That man funded the war by giving weapons to both Israelis and Palestinians. The businessman caught her with the papers on her hand. She was enraged by what she had just read. She didn’t care about the punishment she’d receive, she just wanted to attack the man that was responsible of everyone’s suffering. She punched him with little to no effect, and in return was knocked out with a single kick.
That very same night, after she regained her consciousness, Sharey grabbed a knife from the kitchen. At the beginning, she thought about killing herself to end her suffering, but she changed her mind soon. If she had to end with someone’s pain, she might as well end everyone’s. She headed to the businessman’s room, with her hand shaking in fear and doubt. The man was sleeping deeply and didn’t notice the intruder in his room. Everything was going to be easy, she just had to stop doubting. She rose the knife with her whole body shaking. It was fine to kill someone that had caused so many troubles, right? If he hadn’t done it, her father would still be alive. If she killed this man, she’d avenge her father. Thinking about her father, she stabbed the old man’s throat. He didn’t resist, the murder couldn’t have gone better. With her whole face and hands stained with blood, Sharey stepped back a little. She had done it. She had taken a person’s life. She was supposed to feel fear or something like that, but she didn’t. She felt accomplished. She had killed the person who had made so many people hate her and her father, yes, but she wasn’t happy for that. She had enjoyed it. She took the knife from the corpse’s neck and stabbed the body in different places. It was fun and de-stressing, like popping the bubbles of bubble wrap.
The next day, she escaped from the mansion. There was no more meaning in staying there. She followed the road, without knowing where to go. She didn’t have any food or water, so she ended passing out in the middle of nowhere. She was found then by a child trafficker, who made children fight to death before selling the survivors to more people. Sharey was back to square one. She couldn’t understand why fate was so cruel with her. It was as if she was accursed with being mistreated by everyone. During her imprisonment, she thought and thought about how her life was marked with everybody hating her. Unable to find any answer, her mind started deteriorating.
By the time she was sent to fight, Sharey’s sanity was at its limit. Refusing to do anything, the trafficker hit her with a whip. And with this, she broke completely. She had been hated enough, now was her time to show how much she hated. Her Magic Circuits started rotating, and her body was filled with energy. She felt stronger than ever before. With the same look as a shark that has detected blood in the water, she attacked the trafficker viciously. Punching, kicking, scratching, biting… Using her entire body, she turned a body into a bloody mess of flesh and bones, and laughed while doing so. She then looked at the audience, and promised that she’d kill all of them.
After this, she decided to wander the world as someone who would be hated and would hate in return. She didn’t have to worry about anything anymore, as she could solve any of her problems by killing. But she still had a question: why was she the one to be hated by everyone? She found her answer after using an abandoned library as a shelter. There, a book called her attention. The book described an ancient ritual in which a village chose a random person and blamed them of all the bad things that had happened. That person was considered Angra Mainyu, the god of evil. Sharey came to the most logical conclusion for her: she was hated because she had been chosen as the Angra Mainyu of her times. She was hatred and evil itself, bound by a physical body. Seeing this, she couldn’t help but laugh.
“What I’ve done so far is nothing… My job has just started…”