This is a headcanon. Don't scream with caps on my comment section about how things should be and shouldn't be. I'm just letting out my imagination by making Nat more bad-ass and bloody and greatly psychotic. I love her in the MCU either way, but this is my headcanon.
This will be dark, so I warn you.
There are many sociopathic and religious elements to this story that might make you uncomfortable, so I warn you to leave now if you can.
There are no romantic or light qualities to this story. There is no hope. It's almost a character study in a way.
Please, again, I warn you.
I don't want any one to have any nightmares.
It might even get explicit so read with caution.
Ok?
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Natalia Alianovna Romanova.
17 years old.
Crimson wavy hair, pale skin, soft sapphire eyes, short, petite, plump lips. Undeniably a beauty. The face mask of an angel, or maybe the devil himself.
The devil lures you in with his shocking beauty, before you're deceived when his mask slides off and it's far too late to run away.
She's a she-devil.
A wolf in sheep's clothing.
What a clichè, you'd say.
Fine then.
Let me not make it clichè.
She's a demon in a human's skin.
Why are you flinching? You said you hate clichès.
Don't get creeped out. She isn't literally a demon... Demons are slaves to the devil, who is their leader, their King.
Natalia is no demon. She is above them all. A princess, she is. As beautiful, if not even more beautiful than her father, the King of Hell.
Are you intrigued yet?
Don't tell me you think this is a demon-slayer story or some monster shit movie with foul-looking red-skinned demons and the devil with horns.
Natalia Romanova is a story herself. In the eyes of her peers she was just part of the popular clique at Wolfelder High School. One of the most prettiest, well-dressed members of the popular clique that she fit herself in. She had power and respect. But she wanted more than that. It was never enough for her. She wanted control, and she couldn't get anywhere with just people's respect.
Ever since a small tiny child, Natalia had always believed that she had a higher purpose in this scum of a world. These creatures roaming around her were beneath her. She didn't feel it, she believed it. Like a fact.
