In the first age, in the first battle, when the shadows first lengthened, one stood. Burn by embers of Armageddon, her soul blistered by the fires of Hell and tainted beyond ascension, she chose the path of perpetual torment. In her ravenous hatred she found no peace; and with boiling blood she scored the Umbral Plains seeking vengeance against the dark lords who had wronged her. She wore the crown of the Night Sentinels, and those that tasted the bite of her sword named her... the Doom Huntress.