My life ended when my husband and children were murdered in front of me, when I, myself, had been ravaged and beaten, left for dead on the side of a desolate muddy road. That was when I took my last breath as a human. That was 1792. That was when my choice to live had been taken away from me and I was forced into the life I lead now. Today, I rule over New Orleans' underworld. A world full of vampires, witches, and other deviants of nature. I was part of New Orleans before New Orleans was ever thought of.

They fear me here. And they should. I take no prisoners.

I am the Queen, and the Bayou is mine.