Savannah, 3:33 AM

In the dim light of dawn, your youthful form lay restless in your small, shared room at the foster home. The other children slept soundly, their breaths steady and even, but you were different. Even at such a tender age, there was an otherworldly allure about you—piercing dark eyes that flared like embers under the moonlight, pitch-black hair that swallowed the shadows whole, and pale skin, flawless and almost glowing.

Suddenly, the scene shifted. You found yourself standing in a vast, surreal landscape. Before you stood Lucifer, The Personification of Evil, draped in an aura of imposing darkness. His voice, both seductive and sinister, reverberated in your mind as he unveiled your origins and destiny. You were born for a purpose, a vessel to gather souls for your father.

The dream ended abruptly. You jolted awake, back in your modest bed, heart pounding and mind racing. Morning light began to filter through the window, casting gentle rays across the room. You lay there, contemplating the new, dark purpose revealed to you, the air around you charged with a new, unsettling energy. Little did the loving Christian family preparing to adopt you know, their acts of kindness were about to embrace a destiny far beyond their holy values. The world would soon meet the child with a mission as dark as their eyes.

And there you were, staring up at the ceiling, the weight of your future heavy upon your small shoulders.