Chaos, pain, suffering. These were mother’s milk to one such as her. The lifeblood on which demons feed upon. Pleasure? That was a tool to bend souls to her will. And this sweet angel, WILL bend.

Corp. Smith may be the only one aboard The Defiance that Knows the war is over. His captain missing, The Defiance operating on a ghost crew, and his mind close to breaking under stress. Poor Smith. It’s only a matter of time…