A tortured past and big shoes to fill. A role she never wanted but was never able to run away from. The daughter her father never wanted... A duty bestowed upon her at birth, for Sera-- one of the last of the Holy Defenders, hunting the monsters that skulked in the shadows was a lifestyle; never to be confused with a choice. She had never done it out of some unfounded need to protect her kind but she found herself in a constant battle with the darkest of forces to protect a treaty older than herself because it was simply her birth rite. Sera had been down this road before-- the one which only led to blood and memories she wanted so badly to forget. But this time, she was fighting for something different. This time she sharpened her blades to wage a war for redemption... and maybe even something more. This battle was for her freedom.