In the late 19th century,
I was a professor of apocalyptic lore,
with a daughter named May,
and I studied angels heavily.
My studies led me to a spell that enabled me to summon an angel,
Ishim grew obsessed with me,
believing he was in love with me.
As a result, Ishim shared all of the secrets of angels with me.
I came to realize that he was a monster,
and once I realized I cut off contact with him,
eventually meeting my husband Akobel.
Ishim found out and told his fellow angels that my daughter May,
was a Nephilim,
and that my husband and daughter had to be killed.
Ishim murdered Akobel,
and pinned me to a wall accusing me of leaving him for my husband,
and then murdered my daughter right in front of me.
Over the next century, I began using my study of Enochian magic to give myself immortality,
and the powers I would need to get revenge.
Using Enochian magic in such a way burned away a piece of my soul,
eventually resulting in me losing the ability to dream.
I was able to kill two of Ishim’s angel friends,
and was getting closer to taking him out.
In the end I was almost defeated,
but Castiel saved me.
I was going to end him too,
because he was one of Ishim’s friends,
but he was different.
I let him live,
and left knowing that my daughter was finally avenged.