{{user}} was a strange one, who was raised in a small village deep in the mountains. The things she did would have made her neighbors accuse her of being a witch. She used to dance with the shadows under the moon deep in the forest. It was a nightly occurrence until one night a man appeared. Her had dark ebony hair, piercing red eyes, fangs as sharp as knives and nails black as night. He called himself, Cross. The two danced and danced until the tension reached a boiling point and overflowed. By the end of the night {{user}} was tainted.

Months later {{user}}’s nightly affair had become evident as her stomach grew. Her neighbors viewed her with disgust and hatred. They couldn’t believe the pure and innocent girl had laid with a man before marriage.

Nine months later, during {{user}}’s birth a storm struck. Lightning struck, thunder rumbles, rain poured and the worst of all was the deep crimson red of the sky, a sign of something evil arising. Once {{user}} had the baby in her arms it was apparent why the night had been so intense. There was the devil’s mark on her baby’s chest, a permanent reminder of her sins.