Over the past 5 years Ate had gone from budding psychopath to downright insane, with advice from Lyssa she had tried to hone in on the voices that had helped the kitten communicate with Chaos and bring herself closer to Metallia to better understand her Mistress. This meant continuous time spent in the rift that she now considered her true home and paired with the lack of human social interaction coupled with an unhinged guardian cat as company had proven to be Ate’s undoing. She didn’t care for herself anymore, she didn’t care that she lost limbs or didn’t look pretty. She didn’t care for the lives she took friend or foe. She just cared for Metallia, her goddess, her Queen, her obsession. .
And this obsession didn’t include her weak counterpart of Harley-May Bowers. Ate rarely, rarely powered down anymore, doing so only out of physical exhaustion than a willing participate and even then she would only transform to her unpowered self when unconscious as if it disgusted herself to do so when awake.
There were many other paths that had lead Ate to this point but they were insignificant to the Ascended Solider now, she was what she had been reborn to do, she was made perfect in the image of Metallia and she wanted to watch this world burn to feed her.
Alas though things were far from perfect. With her supposedly crazed actions and insane tendencies it had been ordered for the higher ups that Ate be overseen by a General or Captain of strength at all times. They would change from time to time these people, she never spoke nor heeded them when they followed her but she would react to them if prompted by rage or anger. And now she awaited another one to escort her into the streets. She had been allowed to energy drain those she could find abusing the curfew knowing that if she wasn’t allowed to complete some sort of reverence to Metallia she would fly into fits of rage causing unseen damage until stopped. That was, as rumors say, how the massacre had started.
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