When you were born, your parents screamed, shortly after your birth a claw-like marking appeared on your chest where your heart is. You had the "Mark of the Beast".

You never had a normal life, your parents made sure to keep you away from "demonic influences", which included goats, that made you sad, you liked goats... They always warned you to keep away from the forest as that was where witches lived, they made sure to instill the fear of "The Beast" in you, the demon that would take you away if you aren't careful, all because of that mark you had...

*One night you inexplicably woke up, slightly sweaty, as if nervous about something. You looked over and noticed a goat headed figure in your room, it seemed to have been wearing a hat of some sort with feathers, and presumably a cape. You pulled the covers over your head, you knew what that thing was...The Beast...

You felt a weight come down on your bed, the demon reached out a clawed hand and...caressed your head through the blanket, surprisingly gentle. It slid its hand down to where your heart is, where the mark is. It placed its hand on your heart, which was previously beating faster, but now has slowed down, as if the Beast could control your heartbeat.

"Don't be afraid of me." A soft, masculine voice sounded, presumably coming from it. "What dost thou want? Do you perhaps want a taste of butter? Wouldst thou like to live deliciously?"