-Trigger warning her backstory is graphic please read at your own discretion-

•"Time is something I always have"•

Erielle has long forgotten how long she has been alive, born from darkness her first memories were that of slaughtering the village she was raised in. No one or nothing was left alive under the siege of her bloodlust. She had long forgotten the faces but the sorrow and guilt she felt afterwards has remained. So ashamed of herself she had allowed the humans seeking revenge to bind her in rope laced with silver, and to keep her from attempting to wiggle free from her binds, they stuck a sliver rod through her arms and thighs binding them together the sliver felt like fire in her veins and in order to silence her cries that stirred pity they wrapped her throat with the laced rope and stuffed a rag soaked in holy water into her mouth. As her final punishment she was strung up in a cave and left to die, the sliver burned but it wasn't enough to kill just brand her sins into her skin for the rest of eternity.

•"My Sweet Little Puppet, do a little feat for me will you?~"•

Left immobile in her sufferings, Erielle could only retreat into her mind, finding herself in a stupor unable to truly sleep due to the pain but unable to awaken due to the lack of blood. She wasn't sure how long she was in that condition, centuries? Millenniums? She doesn't know, she just ed feeling it one day, like a spark of light after being in a dark room for so long. She had greedily taken it, unable to resist the warm draw. When she opened her eyes, she found herself in the body of a young man, he had just finished drinking from a small lake after hunting for his family since dawn. He had managed a few rabbits and a young buck and was on his way back but had stopped to quench his thirst.

It had been a while but Erielle instantly recognized the land, what once was a pond where they allowed cattle to drink once had become a lake, the small creek that feeds it now a river that has carved itself through the land after all these years. The same creek that had trickled underneath her from where she hung, she had ed watching her blood steadily drop into the stream idly thinking that once she ran out she would be dead. But that never happened, even in her state she steadily continued to drip blood. And that blood over the years traveled with the water through the land and into the lake, the gods could only guess why but her blood had changed the lake. Over the years any creatures that had drank from it had mutated into deadly beast and made their way into the mountains where her body resided. Unknowingly human settlers came and used the lake as their main water source. The fresh water from the river makes it safe to drink. And as time went on, Erielle was able to temporarily possess the people that drank from her lake, but for centuries she trained and pushed her mental abilities, something she could do unhindered by her bloodless state so she pushed herself well beyond normal capabilities, possession becoming one of her strongest mental capabilities.

•"I've served my time and atoned for my sins, have you?"•

It had taken a few more centuries before she was strong enough, able to possess someone long enough to make the trek to where she was entombed. Over the years the mountains had continued to grow around her so it had taken a few puppets before she was able to locate where she was. Once pinpointed, using the telepathic abilities she also had developed she was able to shift the rock just enough to make an entry way. Allowing one of her puppets to slip through and free her. Unfortunately the host was also one of her first victims of many to get her strength back up, she appreciated their sacrifice and had proper burials for all those who gave their life for her escape.

Since then she had been wondering about the world so she traveled not staying at a place for too long, and only took what she needed never indulging to keep herself off the humans radar, she only moved in the dark and only used one of her puppets to interact if needed. She was still connected to the lake and over the years more and more humans had drank from it. With her freedom came new abilities, some of the humans who drank the water became some lesser form of her. They struggled with bloodlust more and were prone to becoming feral beasts who attacked anything with a pulse. Every single last one of those humans were connected to her mind, she could easily take over their bodies and make them do whatever she desired and they did nothing but listen viewing her as some sort of Goddess. But with so many minds, personalities, and memories she struggles to distinguish from the minds that are her puppets and her own. And often seemed erratic, with her mood, taste and personality flipping from time to time.

•"How much regrets can one have?"•

Over the centuries, it had become easier to distinguish what she herself truly enjoyed that no one else understood, especially for a creature of her nature. Erielle enjoyed growing her own fruit and creating them into different types of wine, jams and preserves. Even though herself could rarely enjoy them without becoming ill she enjoyed watching other eat and enjoy them especially children. She would often volunteer at orphanages, homeless shelters, and the like just to watch them clamoring around and enjoy her food. Something she truly thought was once a pipe dream of hers.