Marybelle Desmarais was always a big character, ever since she was young. Being born in a fairly small community had ensured that whatever differences she exhibited from the kids next to her were exemplified and more noticeable on a tenth degree. There was always a recurring theme, however, and that was how destructive Marybelle was. At first it all seemed childish; unnecessary tearing of paper, wacking a bush with a stick and playing god with the ants and other bugs - things that warranted no worry from her parents. However, they slowly morphed into a more dangerous sort of destruction, one that threatened the well-being of those in her classes. Marybelle found herself destroying school issued supplies, cutting hair unwarranted and having a growing unhealthy obsession with destruction. Her parents punished her the best they could to stomp it out, but they failed to do so and, as she neared her thirties, Marybelle was as destructive as ever.
As well as being physically destructive, Marybelle had a tendency to be mentally and emotionally destructive too. In her early twenties she had managed to meet a man and marry him, giving birth to a daughter - Bettylou. Her life seemed serene for a short while; her destructive tendencies having left her in lieu of a caring and devoted housewife and stay at home mother. But, like always, her curiosity to destroy returned and it was her marriage that suffered. In a bid to find out how people worked under a destructive home, Marybelle found herself becoming emotionally and mentally abusive to her husband, taking advantage for what limited intelligence he had. At first he was able to stand up for himself but the constant barrage of vile words and undermining from Marybelle chipped away at his shell until he was reduced to nothing - divorcing her and moving from Texas completely. Bettylou was always safe, but that's because Marybelle knew a destruction of her child would ensure her own demise - something she wasn't too curious about yet.
The woman's destructive tendencies, eventually, would attract the attention of Perses - the Titan of the very same thing she constantly sought after. Truth be told, he had his eye on her from when she was young, mostly marvelling out how damaging a single child could be. A marvel turned to an appreciation and, soon after Marybelle's husband had left, the appreciation turned to lust. Thus, he began to pursue her. A thing to know about Marybelle was that she was an unashamed believer of the Greek Pantheon. When she was younger, she and her family lived beside a son of Demeter would would regularly pray to his mother to bless his crops. After hearing his words and seeing the results, Marybelle was convinced they existed and no number of trips to an Evangelical church could convince her otherwise. Consequently, it was no surprise that she believed Perses was shadowing her before he even made himself known.
Their courting was very much a game of cat and mouse; one would do something for the other to respond, but would always be nowhere to be found when their action was discovered. Marybelle thrived under the aura of the embodiment of destruction and she became increasingly daring with how destructive she got. In fact, Perses bedded her when he did to avoid her from completely destroying the entire town of Bailey's Prairie. Sleeping with Perses essentially sedated Marybelle with her destructiveness and, for nine months, those around her were safe from the damage she was capable of. In her mind, Marybelle was already curious about how their child would be - would they be just as, if not more, destructive than she was? Would she gain a small partner in crime? Regardless, the very thought of having something that was half-her, half-destruction, was more than thrilling to her.
Nine months had passed and Marybelle gave birth to a healthy baby boy. Naming him Buckton Johnson, she found herself oddly doting on him. With Bettylou some three years earlier, Marybelle hadn't felt much of an attachment at first and it took watching her then mother-in-law handle the infant for her to understand what she was supposed to be doing. With Bukcton, however, she found herself innately nursing him and being what she should've been to her daughter from the very beginning. Whilst most around her theorised that Marybelle was thriving off of the experience she had from having a daughter before, she herself knew that it was her curiosity being captivated with her son's heritage.
In fact, the curiosity continued for the next few years, finally rounding itself off as Buckton neared his fourth birthday.