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This is the anthem for the...

sinners, all you dirty and unclean

Reine was born under the influence of hardwork and perseverance, her mother and father often working to keep their heads barely afloat alongside their daughter– failure never an option in their minds. Life was not meant to be an easy feat for their family and her childhood suffered though it would be something she would pride herself in, a small taste of what survival was when it seemed that all odds were stacked against her. [break][break]

Raised under the poor conditions of the hovel with crimes running rampant through its streets and wistful temptation that lies at every corner, diligence was engraved into her mind from a tender age. This would be an anchor that would prevent her young mind from wandering astray. While she desired relief and ease of mind, wishes were meant to be met through hardwork opposed to lowlife crimes– desires were to be in check rather than blindly indulged. However, like everything else, temptation grows hard to ignore and the more she grew into her early teenage years; fears would dissipate and her mind would grow slightly corrupt.[break][break]

She wanted a small taste of luxury for once in her life and despite the influence her parents tried to set for her, she picked up on the crime of con artistry. While small compared to far more heinous crimes, the greed and desire it brought was enough to send her well behaved mind wandering. Her entry into this new lifestyle was pathetic, often met with failure rather than success though it didn’t take long for her to blossom– to grow into the role. Victory was now in her grasp and for once, she didn’t feel the need to worry. As long as no one would catch onto her deceit, she would be secure for once in her life.[break][break]

Yet, no matter the person, lies come back to haunt and hold little mercy when lashing back. Her sweet whispers would turn against her when her deceitful words were caught; a deal that had gone too well before turning on her. She had stayed too long, her over confident mind assured from past stunts, and she tasted her last client’s rage. Their shouts rang heavy within her ear and she could feel the hint of possible death, hands still clutched tight around the swindled gold because she refused to lose what she had clearly earned in her eyes. Fear, turned into the voice of reason and despite her wishes; she allowed the money to slip away from her possession. Her own fighting spirit nearly the cause of her own brutal ending.[break][break]

Rattled from the experience, she would eventually find solace within her music; a melodious voice echoing off secure walls and easing her own mind. Her sweet melodies, the rhythmic beats of songs, and the comfort of the night would be her freedom while Leviathan would be her saving grace.