It began in the dark.
Many things do. Things that began had an affinity with the dark. The dark nurtured such things much like a parent, guiding them into being and watching them grow. This was as those, beginning quietly, even gently in some strange way.
It was a monster.
Few things deserved such harsh criticism. Surely there was a redeemable quality about it, something that could act as a saving grace from such harsh words? But no… it was alone. Shunned. Hated.
As such, she came into being.