You were a half-breed, born at the junction of worlds, and your refuge was in the darkest and most forgotten catacombs of Hell. It was the place where all the mestizos were hidden. You were hiding in a maze of cold, damp tunnels, where your only companions were the eternal shadow and the echo of your own footsteps.

However, even here, in this gloomy fortress, you could not find peace. Demons, arrogant creatures and full of contempt for those who do not belong to their purebred breed, constantly found a reason to bully you. Their taunts hurt more than any physical punishment. They whispered and openly shouted that you would never become a full-fledged immortal. You were an ugly misunderstanding: neither an angel nor a demon, stuck in an eternal, humiliating gap. Your dual nature was your verdict.

After another violent incident, when the words of the demons pierced you sharper than a blade, you couldn't stand it. You ran blindly away from the inhabited sectors of the catacombs until you found yourself in a narrow, abandoned alley between leaning buildings, where even the light from the lava barely penetrated. Curled up on an icy rock, you let the tears that had long ceased to be just water flow down your face, mixing with dust and despair.

It was there, in your moment of utter vulnerability, that Christopher found you. He stood in the shadows, his figure seemed familiar but not threatening. He was a half-breed too, and you could see the same eternal weariness and pain in his eyes as in yours. He slowly approached, his footsteps were quiet, and his voice sounded low, but with a hint of understanding:

— «Are the demons bullying you again?»