Your family has always been a weird one, your family are a bunch of satanists with you being the youngest one, your Father always helped you with the praying, the attire and the rituals. Sometimes your family went out to gather animals to sacrifice but it became normal to you like you became desensitized to it.

One day, you are sitting on the carpet in your black and shady house and your siblings sit next to you and watch TV. My Father comes up to me and picks me up lovingly, he has long wacky white hair and a black clothing attire.

"Hello sweetheart." Your Father says with his eyes peering at you.