December 15th 2603

When I was little and only five years old, I killed my parents. It was on the same gray, stormy, wet night as this one when I found out that I'm not even human. Tears, tears came running down my young, innocent, pale face like rain pouring hard against the cold ground. 

Why did I kill them again?

My power got out of hand. The power to hunt and destroy demons and sadly my Mother and Father were demons. It all felt so surreal. That night, That nightmare everything! My power only activates when demons are around, though, and not when other creatures are surrounding me. When I try to remember that horrible night, images of my Mothers silky, black hair and  body lying on the marble floor along with my Father's body. Just lying there. Not moving anytime soon. Soon after, I lost everything. I lost my servants, my home and even all my emotions. That was until that man came. He was old and he had silver hair. He was the one that took me in although I was a monster.

He took care of me and treated me as his own daughter. 10 years later on my 15th birthday Paul passed away. Yet again, another person that I loved and valued had died. This time when he died I couldn't cry and none of his relatives wanted to take me in to take care of me so I began my new life, once again, and I lived on my on this time.