Lulia
Legacy Name: Lulia

"Such a twisted seamstress...and you're all mine."

In a little home workshop up in the mountains, a disturbed Torrey would sew through the night and have inconsistant, unsettled sleep throughout the day. Her tired eyes would accustom to the dimly-lit room upon waking and she would take up her needle and thread.

"Sew me a plushie that looks like you. You'll be popular amongst my victims. And I want you to deliver it."

Lulia obliged the voice. It was never clear where it was coming from but it made her fur stand on end, both exhillerating her and frightening her at the exact same time. The feeling, she imagined, was like stepping over the edge of a cliff and beginning to freefall - the fear of the consequences if she did not jump were terrifying and yet she knew that by falling...she would die. This was obviously just a metaphor, but every night that she sewed a new plushie that resembled a real Subeta species, her soul would become more and more twisted due to following orders from this...unseen being. She knew exactly what the voice was doing with them too: handing them out to unsuspecting Subetans and watching as the enchanted, bloodthirsty plushies tore their owners to pieces. What a terrible thing to enchant toys to kill. Part of her loved the thrill, but the other part of her hated it.

And yet she was trapped. She had tried, in the early days, to escape the cabin and run to the nearest town for help. The haunting presence had followed her and dragged her back to serve its whims and thus she continued to obey. Yet something was incredibly disturbing about the unseen entity wanting her to make a plushie that looked like her. And never before had she delivered the works she made...knowingly. Tentatively, she asked aloud, "To whom?"

"You will see, my pet."

A strange rush of pride rushed through her, which was immediately replaced by confusion. Was she supposed to feel pleased that she was being trusted with something so important even if it was utterly twisted? Faster she worked, eager to see what the entity had in store.

It may not surprise you at this point to learn that there was no outside force working against Lulia. The innocent side of her felt trapped by the evil side of her, the side that forced her to return to the cabin and continue to make plushies to lure the victims. The innocent side of her would cry and beg and refuse to go, but the evil side of her overruled and took each and every plushie out to Subetans, something which she genuinely did not recall the next night. And each plushie sat on the bed, the shelf or the night stand with no magical propeties, no mind of its own, its glassy eyes reflecting the slaughter scene as Lulia killed. Afterwards, the innocent side of her would cry and sit in the blood whilst her evil side sulked and drew shapes and symbols all over the floor in the red liquid.

"Happy, happy, twisted, twisted, let's play again sometime, human.""