she's from a village in Scandinavia, little seaside hamlet known to all the locals as the devil's village.
Place wasn't known for devils, though. It was known for octopus.
See, this was one of the few place in Europe where they ate octopus customarily.
Anyway, there's this cult of crazies who for some reason hate the village, with a passion.
Then, when she was just a teenager, things get bad.
These nutcases get their hands on some weapons and attack the village. Overnight, her sleepy little fishing town beomes a war zone.
They round up all the villagers and execute them one by one.
Except for that girl.
They had something else planned for her, something a whole lot worse than dying.
Calling her the Devil's Child, they forced her do the kind of thing you'd except from one of Lucifer's own.
Afer they made her torture her family and friends, they made her kill'em.
The whole time they were forcing her to laugh, howl like some sort of demon, like she was enjoying it.
What was she gonna do, say no? They'd kill her, too.
So she let fear take control, and did exactly as they told her.
She butchered the bodies of the ones she loved, and laughed while she did it.
And as she bathed in their blood, it gradually turned from deep red to jet black.
To her, it looked like the ink of an octopus.
The experience scarred her deep. Ever since then, she hasn't stopped laughing.
Only, that ain't really laughter.