Tiamat Almathea/Backstory

 Backstory:  No terms could be assembled to construe the melancholy of Ekhidna. Her judgement perceived an eternal rest in the rifts of hell. Ekhidna forgot the feeling of satisfaction, amnesiac eradicated cherished, joyful memories. Her soul reeked of utter despair. A narrow beacon sunlight became the thin thread connecting Ekhidna to Panem; she occupied a dimension where only her soul essence lurked for centuries in sorrow waiting for her liberator. Massive blisters lined ceiled Ekhidna's biceps to the point of infection. Her habiliments had been frayed and shred to the stage of corrosion. Restraints held Ekhidna captive in a confined boat house off the coasts of District Four. Wailing for assistance was an insufficient solution as civilization prowled miles away. Ekhidna lingered helplessly in a cell doomed to force anguish upon its inhabitants.

A boisterous screech reverberated inside the shed. Three hulking, horrendous gentlemen casually creep into Ekhidna's stall like were long-term companions. That was completely contradictory of their sincere relation. Tears immediately welled in Ekhidna's cornea like an allergic reaction. One mans giant claws clutched Ekhidna chin, observing the outpouring of showers gushing past her rouge skin.

"Shh, it's okay." He grunts in seemingly reassuring words. "I'll make you feel better." Her eyes dilate in revulsion, as the trio slowly descended upon her.

Please... Ekhidna's inner-conscience cried out. Make it stop...

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I know Tiamat isn't mentioned yet; his story will begin soon.