"Listen to this divine song and admire this angel dressed in a crimson dress bringing down its anger and unchains the lightning on the vermin. "
This is the way we tell the appearances of the "Purple Avenger". We tell many stories about her existence but few people know the truth, the one of a woman broken by the sorrow and the hatred.
In her childhood, the " Purple Avenger " was a girl named Melania. Orphan, she lived alone with her sister, Saya, in her voice and in her singing that we described so soft as drops of milk in the crystal clear blue sky. She lived in a poverty that she put in perspective by the presence of her sister that she loved more than anything in the world.
A day, while she crossed an alley, she heard several shouts. She decided then to accelerate her walking and fell face to face in front of a young boy. His clothes were torn and tried blood, as if he went out of a terrible fight, but any wounds were visible. His eyes were glittering and burning as the ember, but what disorientated most Melania, it was not all the blood which painted the walls of a somber slaughter, but the left hand of the young boy. Indeed, it seemed fleshless ; every bone, every phalanxes seemed consumed the surrounding air in a somber one will have demonic, so that this arm appeared to belong not a child, but to a devil. Melania remained motionless, snatched by this dark vision which took shape in the face of her. The young boy approached. She could not resolve to run away, she was as congealed. Suddenly, the boy collapsed on the ground. Melania got her breath back. However, she could not resign to leave him so. She decided then to take him with her.
The boy with the rubescent arm woke up a few hours later. Melania and Saya observed it, waiting for a reaction from him. However, he remained seated, silent, to support them of the look, with his incandescent eyes. She diverted her eyes of the young man, preferring to take back her activities to buy of what to feed. She thought that he would leave; however, motionless, he continued of observed it while she recited her some singings. They so remained hours.
Later, in the evening, while she returned with little of bread which stayed in of the day before to have dinner, she only saw her sister : the boy had left. "It is thus better" she said himself. Nevertheless, her heart squeezed up when she thought of it. She thought quite the evening of this being so mysterious.
The next day, her surprise was immense when she saw him again, sat in front of her. She was a little embarrassed. "So it was not a dream". And she was surprised all the more when she saw the food put down in front of her feet. "Was it the way to thank her ?" With Saya, she began what, in spite of the mediocre esthetic aspect, seemed to her a delight. Then, she taken back her exercises of the day before, always under the look of the silent boy. Then the hours became days, in the daytime of the weeks and the weeks of the months.
A beautiful day, Melania asked him for its first name. She didn't really expect that he answers her. Thus to speak, she had never heard his voice previously. Nevertheless, a sound resounded in the peaceful room : "Daemon". It was one of rare times when she heard his voice. " Daemon should be silencer ", she said herself. But that didn't disturbed her and their relation lasted for years.
But one day, while Melania had left harvesting some money, a bad pre-feeling occurred to her. She ran then up to the disused house which was of use to them as building. She was bewildered when she saw it in the grip of flames. She hurried to enter in, praying for her sister is safe and sound. However, arrived in her room, she was annihilated by what she saw : in a pool of blood was lying to the feet of Daemon, the lifeless body of Saya. In its spirit had formed a maelstrom of sadness,fury and anger. She threw itself on Daemon, striking him of quite its strengths, but he didn't react. She caught then a glass piece and stabbed in his left eye. In a cry of pain, he struck brutally Melania who collided violently the opposite wall. The vision of this boy, standing on the corpse of her sister, surrounded by flames was the last one whom it had. Everything became black.
Melania woke up nevertheless, with a strong pain in the back and in the heart, who became more marked when she recovered her vision. In front of her, the house which had protected them from the bad weather hanging for so long, was not more than an immense heap of ash. Of numerous scenes, before she faints, swirled in the head. Then, she stayed, seated and motionless for hours. Suddenly, she got up and left. It was the last time we saw her.
However, one of the myths of the Flumina's islands tells that a young woman, in red dress and in the mesmerizing voice, went on these islands ravaged by thunderstorms unchained to master the power there which the God of the lightning hid it. Several days passed and one day, the most rash sailors who dared to venture near these brash islands, noticed that a crystal clear blue sky had replaced the sacred storms. Some people tell that the young woman came back, changed for ever: these long brown hair had largely cleared up, and we could see her eyes livened up by an ultimate desire : find the Man with the demonic arm and avenge her sister.
- "Love is as the lightning, it burns you body and soul and when it disappears, it leaves only scars."-