Lucretia grew up in a poor family. Her mother, so worn down by the hardships of poverty, grew numb and indifferent to life. For as long as Lucretia could remember, her mother had been so preoccupied with the care of her younger siblings that she was entirely neglected.
It was a wild, stormy night that Lucretia first set eyes on Zaphrael. Her town was ransacked by the Hypogeans, her entire family - mother, brothers, sisters - all consumed, one by one. Just as she was sinking into deep despair, Zaphrael and his soldiers arrived. Tearing through the sanguine night like a bolt of pure white lightning, he saved her from the Hypogean butcher knife.
That year, Lucretia turned 13. She was obsessed with heroes, worshipping and idolizing them. Zaphrael's heroic exploits that night were burned into her memories, inspiring her. Unable to return to a home that no longer existed, she resolved to join the army and work under Zaphrael's command as a military nurse.
The few soldiers that made it back from the front lines with their lives were often in a serious state. Lucretia quickly grew used to treating scorching burns and severed, severely mutilated limbs. Every extra second spent at war fueled her admiration of Zaphrael. Each time he returned wounded, she would treat him with the greatest care, cleaning and dressing his many injuries. As the commander, he would charge first into battle, slaughtering countless Hypogeans, his body acquiring new scars on top of the old.
On one occasion, Zaphrael was gravely wounded, blood pouring and gushing from a deep wound. Struck by anguish and fearing this may be her last chance, Lucretia confessed her feels for him in front of everyone present. Their roles keeping them apart, Lucretia had only been able to gaze at Zaphrael from the far off barracks. She never imagined that one day, she would stand beside him as a wife. He, certainly, never anticipated marriage. The enthusiasm of those around him made it impossible for him to refuse marriage to Lucretia, despite his reservations. In this way, from the very beginning, this marriage bore the hallmarks of tragedy. Despite everything, Lucretia was elated, not knowing that marriage could neither bridge the distance between them, nor bring the love she craved.
Zaphrael's time was mostly dominated by repelling the Hypogean forces, his duty to that just cause keeping him and his wife apart. He had no time for his family and didn't care at all about his silent wife. Without a word of complaint, Lucretia continued to manage the household and family affairs, allowing Zaphrael to focus on the frontlines.
Day and night, she prayed to the gods for her husbands safety. She prayed for a quick end to the war, for her husband to return home soon and be reunited with her and their unborn child. She would never have guessed that the answer to her wishes, would be the news that Zaphrael was about to become a god. She longed to summon up the courage to beg him to stay for the sake of their unborn child, but upon seeing the pious fervor in his eyes, she bit her tongue. Instead of granting her pleas, the gods took Zaphrael away - so far away, that all contact was severed.
Not long after, their son was born. All the love and care that Lucretia had for Zaphrael was redirected to her newborn child. To avoid the spreading flames of war, she took her child and left town. The mother and son found a village and settled there. Despite appearing peaceful and safe on the surface, the village was secretly feeding a Hypogean the flesh and blood of children. Lucretia could never have expected her child to be taken from her to be fed to a Hypogean. Less still, that her child was the final sacrifice needed to allow a Hypogean back into the world.
Sinking into an infinite despair, Lucretia saw Zaphrael's silhouette once again. Just like that stormy night, all those years ago. This time, however, he was here to bring an end to the revival of this Hypogean. Seeing the bolt of white lightning in his hand, Lucretia immediately understood what her husband wanted to do. Piteously, she pleaded with him to think of his child.
The time of the Hypogean revival drew ever closer. Zaphrael, bolt readied in his hand, turned to the Hypogean and struck. In an instant, a calamitous bolt of lightning interrupted the revival ceremony, but also reduced the child to ash. Everything happened so quickly, Lucretia swore she saw her sons lips mouth "daddy" just a split second before his tiny body disintegrated with a feeble cry...
There was a time that Lucretia pinned all her hopes on Zaphrael, yet he abandoned her. She then made her son the center of her world, yet the world took him too, for some so-called just cause. Again and again, they took everything from her. Everything that sustained her.
In the shadow of all this destruction, a mere step away from the revival of the Hypogean, a tiny wisp of the Hypogean's essence lingered in the ruins. Seizing upon the hate seething within Lucretia's heart, it had an idea.
Slyly whispering into the mourning mother's ear, the Hypogean hissed, "Poor Lucretia... As far as the high and mighty gods above are concerned, you and your child are worth less than microscopic dust." The gods called it the Twin Terrors, Esperia's most beguiling and bewitching Hypogean. "Why would they stoop to entertain the wishes of a mere insect? And yet... should you commit your soul to us, we shall give that you which you want... the power of a god."
Thunder clouds rolled over the horizon, as if brewing up a new round of lightning.
Lucretia knew the Hypogean was in a hurry to find a host. Slowly, her voice trickled out, tinged with madness.
Bitterly, she merged and became one with it. The Hypogean was true to it's word. As Lucretia felt her skin grow a new resilient layer, she simultaneously became aware of a great swelling of power within her, fueled by her hatred. The pain of enduring childbirth alone, the extreme bitterness of raising a child, the face of her child illuminated by pure white light moments before his death... Lucretia recalled it all, all the while the Hypogean filling her ears with inconceivable notions, the hatred continuing to swell as she gained more control, feeling her body growing stronger.
Gripping the Dark Star, overcome by her urge for revenge, a crazed Lucretia headed towards her former lover.
The gods are not blind, they're merely indifferent. Will they turn a blind eye this time?
恶魔Lucretia
The Celestials do not care for insignificant mortals!
游侠
敏捷
生存, 输出英雄语音
ID/代码
93/THW
官方壁纸
地下光环
恶魔每个 Hypogean 都会提供可叠加的团队增益：1 — +30% DEF，2 — +25 击中能量，3 — +15% CRIT。
1 位恶魔
+30% 防御2 位恶魔
击中时 +25 能量3 位恶魔
+15% 暴击率4 位恶魔
+30% 暴击伤害5 位恶魔
1.5秒无敌技能与进步
英雄技能
特别升级
Ungodly Defiance
1号位The first time Lucretia uses her Ultimate skill, she absorbs her two revolving skulls, absorbing their energy until the end of battle. After absorbing the skulls, Lucretia's Life Leech is increased by 40 and her energy Recovery rate is increased by . Afterwards, each time she uses her Ultimate skill deals 280% AoE damage to nearby enemies.
所需等级1
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