#IAMTSW Backstory Entry for Tera "Korynth" Locke

Antida in Games, The Secret World 0 comments 26 APR 2015

I was just a little girl when it all started. When I say “little girl”, I mean six years old. When you are six years old, you are supposed to find comfort knowing that the dark can’t hurt you. You are supposed to have loving parents come into your room and tell you that there are no monsters under your bed, or in your closet, because monsters don’t exist. But monsters do exist. They weren’t under my bed or in my closet because they were in my parents room tearing into my them like my big brother Cole would tear into a Christmas present. Six year old girls aren’t supposed to watch their parents be eviscerated by demons.

Since he was of age, Cole became my legal guardian and did a lot for us after mom and dad. I can’t begin to imagine how hard it was for him to be so strong and always be there to protect me. He even gave me a necklace that mom used to wear. It has a little silver heart-shaped charm that Cole said if I wore it, mom would always be close to my heart. He was always good to me… at least until I was about sixteen years old.

It was ten years to the day of when my parents were killed that the demons returned. I woke up in the night –just like with my parents– to hear horrific sounds coming from my brother’s room. I flinched at the sounds of gunshots and my veins filled with ice at Cole’s cries. I had just opened the door when I found him sitting on the floor like a broken doll. His legs were splayed out in front of him –blood pouring from each kneecap. He sat slumped with his back against his bed and his gun in hand. The tall demon standing in the corner of the room, a wicked thing covered in armor that sucked away the light and burned molten at its creases, flailed its hand around. As it did, my brother waved his gun in the air to match the demon’s movements to show that it was controlling my brother like a puppet. The gun returned to Cole’s temple and the demon simply held out its hand. My eyes were locked on Cole’s when the demon’s hand dropped. I saw the terrible sadness in my brother’s eyes before the trigger was pulled and all of that strength –all of that light– when out of my brother’s eyes.

If watching your parents being viciously torn apart by demons, or watching a demon force your brother to shoot himself in the head sounded like Hell, then the next ten years of my life will make it sound like a footnote. I spent those lovely ten years in a mental facility after social services came to the house to take away a broken teenaged girl (after I had been cleared of potentially murdering my brother, of course). The facility wasn’t really designed to make anyone better. No, it turns out that this facility was run by demons. The monsters tortured each of the “patients”. They rammed needles into us and poured all kinds of things into our systems; things that made nightmares come to life and reality fracture like a broken mirror. Some of the beasts would come into our rooms and clamp their crooked teeth down on us just to hear us scream. Some would enjoy the very essence of our being as it leaked away from us. Others were tortured in more..carnal ways. I suppose it is a small mercy that such a thing never happened to me.

It was just when I thought I was about to break. I was just about to give up when a strange dark-skinned man came to the facility. I don’t remember much –for what I hope are obvious reasons– but he got me discharged from that horrible place. He took me to his home where he nursed me back to health and then later trained me in various martial arts. When a new power began to manifest in me, he decided it was time for me to meet a group of people who were dedicated to protecting the world from monsters like those that had changed a sweet little girl into the woman I am today.

My name is Tera Locke.

I am a demon hunter, and my story has only just begun…


Source: The Secret World #IAMTSW Backstory Entry for Tera “Korynth” Locke

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