There once was a small village. It was a very peculiar village, surrounded by a deep, dark ocean. The leader of the village was a fallen queen, chased from power by a demon, and her loyal servant, serving as her guard and right hand. Both swearing vengence on that witch brought them there. Along with them was a small girl, seemingly trapped in time. Deathly fearful of men after her fathers abuse, and eventual death at the hands of her now "lover", a murderer whom had reformed and sweared to serve, herself a noble whom had been napped by bandits and turned into their slave, having been left crazed after her mothers death. She escaped amd went on a killing spree.
The former slave was scarred-inside and out, she was broken and a w***e, a liar who would use anyone to get what she wanted, but she'd no goals, and she'd fallen for a girl that had sacrificed herself. Her dreams would often turn back to those long, cold nights of forcibly taking c**k after c**k, rendering her infertile when she was still very young, she secretly lusted for them, if nothing else to have a purpose again.
The village will one day burn, the inhabitants slaughtered, and only the girl will remain. That is the eventual fate of the small village.