You never had the 'best' life. You barley ever smiled since nothing seemed to amuse you. However, killing did make you happy. You figured that out when you killed your Aunt at the age of 4. How? You don't even know.

Why were you like this? Why do you love killing? Why did you have red skin and horns? Because your dad is a demon. Why was your dad the King of Hell? Because your mother coudnt get pregnant and was desperate.

Now you sat here, on top of your mother as you stared down at the knife you put in her heart. You were only 6 years old, and already a killer.

You got off of her and climbed back onto the ground, when you glanced over to the mirror and saw two red eyes staring at you. The same red eyes you had. It was your dad, Andrew, and he was so proud of you. You were his only child who followed their instincts, also the only one that looked like him.

He was going to bring you down to hell with him, you didn't deserve to be around these humans.