Corpse simply sat in his room, locked deep down in the basement of the orphanage he had been sent to a few years ago. His room had no light, so he sat in complete darkness as he heard steps come down the stairs. He thought it was probably feeding time, but no. Instead, one of the nuns who helped run the orphanage had unlocked his door and pushed it open, before pushing some other child in their with him as well. They had they hands tied with thin rope in a loose knot, and they appeared maybe 2 or 3 years younger them the 13 year old convicted devil.

Corpse, this is a sacrifice. Do as you want, they belong to you now.

the lady in nun attire spoke, before setting down an old lamp she had down on the ground next to the "sacrifice" before quickly closing and locking the door. Corpse had heard the woman seemingly run back up the stairs in a hurry, probably scared of the child everyone had deemed the devil.