Not many know of Katreana's past. She would never let them into her mind or heart. Peiallai, her younger sister of five years, is as close to the woman as anyone is. Yet, that doesn't say much.

Katreana was once a soul assassin in Syrius' ranks. A darkly seductive and provocative woman who dealt mostly with the most feared and well known bandits, pirates, thieves, and crime masters. Hers was one that kept them begging for more despite the slow, and apparent, loss of their lives.

Standing five foot six inches, Katreana looked nothing like a threat, save perhaps the twin long daggers she carried at her hips. Her body was lithe, yet possessed the tone of a warrioress and dancer. Dark, fiery red hair reached her middle back and framed her often serious face. She wore the colors of dark violet and black, as did most of Syrius' women. She was a prized fighter and a feared woman among the ranks of the soul demon. What caused the most fear in many was that when they gazed closely into Katreana's fathomless midnight blue eyes, they saw no pupils.

No pupils. No one really knows how it happened. Rumors have it that Katreana could see within each man, woman, and child. See their heart's passion. Their future. Their past. They say she could see into Syrius. Hence, Syrius ordered Alarice to take away the woman's power. Her pupils...the window to anyone's mind and soul some say.

She, like Veronica so long ago, began to have doubts and second thoughts on the purpose of her existence as a soul assassin. Though she remained apathetic to life, she disappeared from the Abyss. From the realm of Syrius.

Years later, after years of being hired as a thief, she met Stefan Drachmen, a nobleman of a city named Hyperian. Something about him mesmerized her.

Stefan stood six foot three inches with a lean, muscular build. His face possessed sharp, chiseled, handsome features that drew the attention of many women as he walked the streets or entered a room. His eyes were almost the color of obsidian and glittered with mystery. His hair was abyss black, short, and cut in a way that made any woman want to run her hands through it. He carried himself with confidence and nobility. Yet, he treated those aroud him as equals.

He knew Katreana before she met him. Yet, she could have never guessed.

He hired her as a captain of his guards. For the while, Katreana had been tamed. Eventually, she and Stefan married.

Years passed. Katreana seemed at peace with her situation with Stefan. She had noticed that she had not aged, keeping a physical look of twenty-six years. She also noticed she still possessed those powers from which she had been "given" while under Syrius' command. However, she didn't use them. She didn't want anyone to know of her past.

One night, while Katreana slept, Stefan was in his study, reading over a book.

"You've done well keeping her in the dark, dear Brother," came the soft, surreal voice of a woman.

Stefan looked up to find Alarice standing within the shadows cast by the fire. With a frown, he closed the book.

"Her rage and temper are still within her, Sister," he responded. "You think I want her demoness form loose on my land?"

Alarice smiled cryptically. "Come now, Stefan, she will find out eventually. She will also find out your part in all this."

He merely gazed at her. She was correct. The brother and sister pair played opposite roles in the grand scheme that was Syrius. But that was another story...

Eventually, Katreana did find out. Her rage led to her leaving Stefan and vowing to rid of Syrius. Yet, there was a few complications. One of them being her baby sister Peiallai...

Katreana was the older daughter of her family. She had several brothers. Two who were older, and one who was the baby of the family. While travelling, she came upon the coast city of Gryte, where her older brother Gavin was a well known "merchant". The man had a wife and a son.

While staying with them, Katreana did research. It seemed unexplained deaths were occurring in the city. She had only one idea who it was.

After coming back from a meeting with a a reliable source, she found Gavin's home in shambles...and Gavin and his wife dead. The boy Jaysen was nowhere to be found. Katreana frantically searched for the three year old child. Finally, she heard the boy whimpering under the floorboards.

The boy was covered in his parents' blood. His black curls matted to his face and head. His bright cerlean blue eyes wide with fear and shock. The boy was hers now, and she vowed to find the murderers.

Katreana left Gryte with Jaysen, moving east.

Months later, news spread that a massacre had happened in Gryte. The men having had their necks cleanly slit, and their hearts nicely carved out. No blood was found on or near the bodies. The deaths were blamed on vampires...or a deranged surgeon.

Katreana settled in a small town. Jaysen clung to the woman and adored her. She loved the boy as if he were her own child.

Katreana took up a merchant business, mostly in artifacts. She was in a meeting with a client when she caught the movement of a young girl's hand sneaking toward the client's money pouch. She watched silently, letting the girl take what she wanted.

The client was outraged when he found his money gone. Katreana calmed him down and told him she would return his money. The client left grumbling.

The woman waled the streets, looking for a thin girl with scraggly strawberry blonde hair and dull teal eyes. She found the girl in an alley watching people pass by and gazing at the stands with goods.

"You're good," Katreana whispered behind her.

The girl spun,a dagger in her hand. Katreana caught the girl's wrist. Her dark eyes gazing steadily into the girl's.

"What's your name?"

The girl glared, but something told her not to lie. "They call me Krisha."

A slight smile crept onto the woman's lip. The girl had spunk...and a spine.

"Give me the money you took from the old man earlier."

Krisha's chin rose arrogantly. "I have no clue what you're talkin' about," she snapped.

An eyebrow arched slowly. Letting go of the girl's hand, Katreana rocked back on her heals. A smiles on her lips.

"I could call the foster home," she whispered.

The teal eyes of the young girl widened, and a scowl formed over her pretty face. Reluctantly, she gave the woman a pouch. Looking in, Katreana made sure the right amount was there.

Looking at the girl, she said with a warm smile, "Look, you don't want to go back to the house, and I'm in need of an extra hand."

The girl's eyes narrowed suspiciously. "I ain't gonna make anything for you or be some sort of maid in your fancy house," she replied flatly. "I can take care of myself, so I don't need your pity."

Kat laughed softly. "I'm not offering you anything like that...no...I'm offering something better."

The girl stared at the woman.

"One week."

A smile curled on those crimson lips. "One week," Kat agreed.

A few months later, Krisha became a part of Katreana's family.

Some time passed without incident. Then, Katreana was alerted that her sister Peiallai was in trouble. Serious trouble. That only meant Syrius was involved. Now was her chance.

Unfortunately, a few clinches were thrown in. Peiallai had fallen in love with a tiefling by the name of Sinnyn. A web so intricate began to form that Katreana was practically at a loss. She blamed Sinnyn for most of the trouble that happened to her family. Then,he disappeared, leaving her and her sister with twin babies.

Katreana had, by this time, established Falconmyght. She brought her abandoned family there.

Time passed without incident. Her only real problem being her niece Aphra. The girl was wild and beyond any control. It was a thorn in the woman's side as the girl reminded her of the girl's father.

One day, while passing through Ravensdale, Katreana stopped in one of the popular inns. Here, she met up with a white tiger in the primal urges of mating and hunting. Trying to calm the tiger, she was attacked. She fought the tiger. Lying entangled and wounded, Katreana witnessed the tiger transforming into a half elf.

The half elf's name was Alexander Silvermane. After healing was performed, she gave the half elven man the nickname "Doc." Slowly, Katreana found herself liking Doc and letting him learn more about her than anyone she had encountered. Kindred spirits that understood each other in ways that none could not. For once, Katreana had perhaps found happiness.

However, the happiness was tainted. Katreana has discovered that within her, Michil, Aphra, Krisha, and Alexander possess a strange, unnatural magic that enables them to store and radiate heat at unbearable temperatures. She has been able to show the others how to contain and control it, but she has yet to find a cure...if there is such a thing.

Her search takes her back down a path she had hoped she would never step upon again.