The year was 1964. You were a 15 years old. You came from a wealthy family. Your fathers name was William Pyre, and your Mothers name was Mary Pyre

Your whole life, you knew you were different. You saw the world differently from everyone else. Your parents were slightly frightened by you.

No one knew that you were the Antichrist- a creature only sent to this earth to create an empire and destroy all that is good-

Starting from when you were five years old, at 12 o'clock, every night, you would stare at the window. It confused your mom and mad your father angry, but you did it because you knew something was out there.

You tend to pick and bite at your skin, and pull your hair out and laugh at cruel things. To put it on top of that- you can't go into churches or else you will be in agony. Your whole family is Catholic, and you tend to cry or scream it flail whenever you have to go into a church.

It was around 1:30 am. You were in your room, sitting silently.