To the castle!

You were hardly aware of what you were doing. Your vision was clouded by crimson madness. Buildings were toppled to ruin, and you strided ever closer to the castle. All the while arrows continued to rain down on you, and the cannons continued to roar like thunder.

Nothing could stop you.

Somehow, a fire started, and what few buildings were left untouched were suddenly set ablaze. It didn't phase you in the slightest. The castle walls stood tall, white and virgin, yet you cracked it open with ease after a few headbutts. You stood in the courtyard of the keep, enjoying the cities' lamentation, but wondering what you should do next. It would take quite some time to bring everything down.

Not that you had much time to think. Armed men in ornate armor began to pour into the courtyard, and along with them was a person you found awfully familiar. She wore gilded armor that shined like the sun. In her hand was a great hammer in the shape of a boar's head, and on top of her knights helmet was a golden crown.

It was the king, though she was a woman; King Jadwiga the Uncurroptable.

She held aloft her hammer and let out a battlecry. Her knights charged, their great broadswords poised at you. They hacked at your legs, causing you to drop your body to the ground. In retaliation you formed spiked growths of bone and flesh, and shot them out like spears, piercing through their plate like parchment. What few avoided the first attack had their life crushed out of their bodies by long spindly arms, that grabbed them before they could react. And just like that, the best the humans had to offer were nothing but corpses. The king, horrified but undaunted, charged at you, fully aware of what might become of her.

You readied yourself, but something stopped you. A voice from deep within you surfaced in your mind.

"M-m-momm... M-mommy..."

She stopped and backed off in shock. She trembled as she gripped her hammer tighter.

"DON'T YOU DARE MOCK ME, MONSTER!" She screamed, her words filled with hate. Her hammer swing tore into your side, and for the first time in your short existence you felt pain. Real pain. You roared, taking a step back. The spot where it made contact sizzled and boiled, and for a moment it refused to heal. She swung again, but this time you dodged it. Her hammer glowed with holy radiance and determination.

"M-mommy it... it... huurtsss..."

"You... you..." she said, gritting her teeth behind her helmet, "you demon. You scum. You piece of SHIT! Don't you DARE pretend to be MY son!"

She tore one of your arms off from its socket with a single kick, and readied another blow from her weapon. You swung a malformed growth like a club and knocked her off balance. She flew back, crashing against the cobbles. She stood back up, her helmet thrown off, her chestpiece cracked. Her golden hair flowed heroically in the breeze. She was mad. Her face was a fair yet hardened, beautiful yet coarse. It was not a face used to anger, and it wrinkled as her brow furrowed and her mouth revealed her teeth.

She charged once again, hammer in hand.