As Rey'na spoke with her weapons in place at her side the three Mantis members in the room watched, each with a different expression. One of them was leading the project to try and convert Rey'na into a mage killer, one was a newer member of the Mantis and the last was a man that Rey'na knew well. He'd slowly fallen for her, helped her out in her time here and even lied to his superiors about her progress. But their expression said a lot about each. Pride in the form of a large smirk was spread across the leaders cheeks, excitement resting on the young boy as he looked at the beautiful spear in the hands of a girl he had heard tales about. In training she had already killed one woman and injured others, her skills with the spear as intimidating as the legs she grew out of her back at random intervals.
But the man that had fallen in love with her stood behind the others with a grim expression. He knew what Rey'na was doing was an act, yet without the emotions behind it there was little reason anyone had not to believe it. If she hadn't told him and threatened him then he would have no idea. Despite his hatred of mages he'd felt bad for Rey'na from day one, how she was treated making his stomach churn. Yet it had only gotten worse. Leaving her to rot in a cell hadn't been enough for the Mantis, torturing her with mental poisons that had left her a broken mess. Then her Spark was torn away. Now, though, she was changing. She had asked for a mask and they had given her one, each man watching her face change just a few trials prior.
She was, in many ways, a new woman.
"You see? With our help look what she has become, what we have turned her in to. Brutal with a spear, powers beyond that of Mortals and a resolve that can never be broken" the leader bragged to the new recruit, seeing the younger boys fascination clear in his features. With a small chuckle the leader took a step forward and stood beside Rey'na. "Show him the legs" he ordered, Rey'na keeping her eyes forward and glancing obediently. Holes already rested in the rough shirt she wore from previous trials she had used her power at the command of the Mantis. It was perhaps what fascinated them most about her, something she had that no other Mantis member did.
Sharp legs grew from her back with two peering over each shoulder and the others coming out under and around her ribs. With a look of confidence the leader kept close to her side with no fear, fully believing that she was working for them now. It almost amused the Mortalborn how easy these Mantis had been to manipulate, a powerful organisation so up their own ass that they didn't ever think Rey would care about what they did to her. Trials upon trials of torture before the final straw, tearing out a part of her soul. Yet here they stood, admiring their 'handiwork' without a second of doubt. But it didn't matter, not for long. Soon enough their trust would be their death, their downfall.
"What...what is she?" the young man asked. Before anyone else could intervene Rey finally spoke on her own. It was often bold of her to do, but she never much liked how the Mantis talked about her as if she was a weapon. Of course, that was exactly what they wanted her to be. But she could talk, she didn't need anyone else to answer her questions. "Child of Lisirra, the Lady of Decay" she said simply, a small but notable smirk spreading across her face. Both the new recruit and the man that loved her looked taken aback for a moment, almost disturbed at her expression. A hollow, sadistic grin - a girl proud of the chaos her mother had brought. Of course, it was much deeper than that. But without her emotions Rey had to admit that her mothers blessing tempted her. The power it offered.
"I am the real Plaguedaughter" she started with that same sinister look in her features. Upstairs she heard a cry, all the men in the room looking to the cell door where a loud shout came from. "Mage!" a man screamed out down the stairs. It was time. Immediately the Leader beside her turned to look at Rey to give orders, but he wasn't quick enough. It seemed the tales of his speed and prowess in a fight were only tales. All four legs stabbed through the man, one in each leg and the others slamming through his arms, shattering his shoulder. As she did her hands gripped her spear, pointing it to the new recruit who had drawn a small knife.
"Open the door" she said to the man that fell for her, watching him run to the gate and start unlocking it before Rey watched the recruit run at her - ready to pounce.