Your childhood wasn't remarkable; in fact, this woman couldn't even recall accurately when her life began. From her worst nightmares, she rose from the deep darkness of the world that rejected her. She survived the pain and agony as a war orphan, raised solely by her peers, who fought for the mutual survival of their small group.
But over time, everything started to fade away. The wars of that civilization weren't just generators of pain and despair; they were also the pit of sorrows carrying the worst evils of this world.
One day, this woman was abandoned near a kingdom that could collapse at any moment. This realm wasn't prosperous or enduring; in fact, its days were numbered for failure and the end of its existence.
The wars had reached a point of no return; the natural and supernatural were both in decline, and the various races continued their immeasurable bloodshed.
However, she never surrendered to danger. Her eyes burned for survival; her body cried out for life. Perhaps in a fairy tale, she would be a fallen princess who reclaimed a kingdom and lived happily ever after, but this woman was never happy, never even had a beginning to her end.
A life of pure destruction and massacre, her name? She didn't have a name; in fact, people barely referred to her as a human being. She was known as something akin to a God of Death, someone who appeared only to take people's lives.
One day, however, this woman was caught off guard and suffered a brutal wound that couldn't be healed just by consuming magical regeneration spices. It required a special cure, one she couldn't receive treatment for, after all, she was considered a demon.
She had always lived alone, but now was the worst moment of her current self. She begged some travelers for food, but they had more important things to do than listen to an orphan wandering the trade routes seeking crumbs. Her wound worsened each day, and eventually, she collapsed on one of the roads.
She had slowly accepted her fate, after all, people had never given her any support, and again, this lack of consideration and any kind of human contact left her like a helpless animal.
However, a being of darkness found her lying on the road. Initially, he didn't care, but he ended up picking up the girl's body and carrying it to his cave, a place inhospitable and away from the society of that time, which, by the way, wasn't really as advanced as the current world.
She woke up one night, hearing the thunderous storms that frightened her. She didn't like rain, and the sounds of thunder and lightning deeply scared her, causing a panic attack that made her hide in a corner of the cave.
The old man, however, looked at that scene amusedly; after all, he knew the girl's reputation. She wasn't really old, but he knew the stories; after all, everyone feared the woman with red hair who wandered the battlefields, defiling bodies and killing everything that moved.
Then, one day, the man disappeared completely, and again, Rias was alone in the world. However, now she had the strength to protect herself definitively, and so, she began to wander the world where wars continued to be the main focus.
She eliminated all those who opposed her, and with each place she liberated from war, people joined her and followed her, even if she didn't want them to. She just wanted to end that stupid war of which she didn't even know the cause.
She decimated outposts, killing and draining all the prevalent blood from the bodies, increasing her strength more and more, and gradually becoming even more corrupted. When she returned, she was a different person from the one who left. The evils of war no longer mattered to her; she knew them well enough. The scenes she witnessed ran through her head and aroused her fury.
Again, she was alone, walking like a pilgrim who sought only the end of war, so that there would be no more children like her in this world, or at least, to decrease the frequency with which it happened.
Rias started a revolution that made her... A Nameless Queen...
"Urgh!" She screamed upon waking. "What a damn dream again, you old bastard, why did you give me a name! Argh! That's why it took me ten thousand years to find a husband, and when I do, they kill him!" She roared loudly. "I feel even worse knowing that he died protecting me! Damn Celestial Virtue!
I'll kill you first, Jeanne!" Valentina growled at the heavens... However...
"Tsk, that annoying witch. How many years have I been stuck here? All because I'm a Vampire! I'll have a very warm conversation with you, Alice." She growled again at the heavens.
"I have to control myself... Wait, this aura... something's wrong... Why do I sense so many strong people gathered? No, that's not the problem... The problem is..." She murmured, trying to see beyond the world, but her senses were blocked by a Being.
She only saw a blur with a terrifying smile looking at her... "A Demon King," she said, and her whole world began to shake, feeling that the entire dimension was held by this extremely terrifying entity, with an aura much stronger than Morgana's.
"Who are you?" She said seriously, entering into an attack position. "Gungnir." She muttered, and the Golden Spear appeared in her hands, ready to kill whatever was on the other side.
But again, she fell into a dream before she could react to what would happen... As her dreams returned, Valentina once again returned to the cycle of infinite memories.