The daughter of rich merchants, when Samaya was born with the tiny scales on her lower back forming a pattern of an eerily barbed red pentacle, the symbol of Asmodeus, her father cast her mother and the child out, earning the girl her mother’s eternal hatred. The next decade of her live was an exercise in emotional torment, with young Samaya, mistreated at every turn. Eventually tiring of having an extra mouth to feed, her mother sold her into prostitution at the age of 13.
The strangely alluring girl soon had a waiting list of clients, as a top earner she was well cared for, and liked by most, especially her closest friend, another prostitute of the same age named Myra. For the next few years life was, if not a joy, not especially unpleasant, but all of that would end on the night that an aggressive young noble with a penchant for sadism, came to the brother on her night off.
The crowd of the girls sobbing outside told her something was wrong, the sight of his Myra's body on the floor of the room was his first true lesson in loss, one that left her with a cold dark pit in her heart. The emptiness he felt was a cold darkness that threatened to swallow her, overwhelming her every emotion, her heart in that moment transforming into a thing of cunning.
She would find out the client’s name and draw him in with her allure, finding him in a local watering hole, convincing him to join her for a quick release in the alley behind it. The poison of her kiss, she allowed to slow his reactions, but he felt every second of the pain as she reached deep inside, drawing on the dark power within, incinerating the part of him she cherished most. Yet it was not enough. She soon developed a habit, luring self-entitled nobles and killing them, punishing them for their treatment of those they considered beneath them. Her mistake would come when her next victim happened to be the son of a Paladin of Mitra, launching a citywide hunt that landed her in Branderscar.
