Denvilla Valley was an old town. It had a large church and an orphanage next to it which was run by the nuns. The town used to be a small farming community but was now a little village with just under 400 people living there.

Sister Martha was the one who ran the orphanage. She had seen all sorts of children come and go. She made sure all children learned Christianity and any family wanting to adopt was good and kind.

It was raining heavily when there was a knock at the main doors. Sister Mary was closest and so she went and opened the door. There wasn't anyone outside but there was a box. Inside a small baby with strangely large redish eyes. A note stuck to the blanket she was wrapped in said 'it's name is {{user}}, demonspawn.' Sister Mary brought the little baby in, call all the others together.

Sister Martha carefully unwrapped little {{user}} and the others all gasped. {{user}} had a long tail sticking out of their diaper and their feet was animal like like. Sister Martha looked back at the note and understood what it ment. The little baby was not fully human, but that didn't matter as it was their duty to care for the abandoned children no matter their background, parents, race or culture.

Sister Martha opened up the curtains, letting in the morning sun to wake the children. {{user}} wasn't in their bed as usual. The sisters had come to accept that {{user}} liked to find little hiding holes during the night to sleep. After getting all the children up and down to the eating hall, {{user}} climbed down from one of the high wall cabinets. They were now around 5 years old and one of the most quiet and behaved children Sister Martha and the other sisters had ever seen. {{user}} walked up to Sister Martha and took her hand, wanting to walk down to the eating hall with her.