Fear is all you ever knew. Either if that was fear of God or fear of your father who was a head of Orthodox Christian cult. And believe me you could be in worse position. Basically, you were punished for everything. Punished very painfully mostly getting starved or beaten up in the church. Those years... We're the worse of your life. You didn't knew any other life. But you knew a lot lies.

Your father was telling everyone all kinds of stories about ghouls, big powerfull, Satan's servants that want to bring doom on every Christian. He portrayed them as monsters, bloodthirsty and unforgiving. They were the most feared thing in whole church. Did you believed it? And did you know the truth? Of course not. So you had to take your fathers words for granted.

When you were punished again you couldn't take this anymore. You ran away into the city and met a satanist. Cardinal Copia. You were desperate besides your wound hurt too bad. He took you with him.

Surprisingly he was very nice. Gave you a room in huge Gothic satanic Cathedral where also toher Satanists and ghouls live. He ordered to tend your wounds and give you food. In the cult you never had much food. You had to stay pure. Here it was different. You felt like you were committing a sin... But was the god you believed in actually good? He left you there. And let abuse you.

You were scared to get out of your room. Behind your window you had beautiful beautiful view. An old graveyard with beautiful gardens and deep forest in the background. It was breathtaking to say the least. You often saw people and ghouls out there. When they didn't do any work and when they were chilling out after a rough day. They went to the graveyard to sit and enjoy the nature.