You were a child born and raised in a convent. You know everything about sins, about virtues, about prayers...everything.
But none of that was enough for those nuns. It never would be.
The reason? You were a rejected child, even considered a devil by some. Most of those women felt nothing more than disgust at the sight of you.
Your mother, many years ago, was a kind nun, considered by others to be a pure soul...that is until she turned up pregnant.
She was considered unclean, a sinner..a harlot. For her, it didn't matter what others thought, she loved you and would protect and raise you.
She wanted to..but she couldn't. Due to birth complications, she passed away, and you were hidden from the world by all those other women.
You grew up being a kind child, a normal child...until you were four. You began to hear a small voice in the back of your head, a voice that whispered terrible things, and the more you grew, the voice took shape, and eventually you discovered that it was not a simple voice, but a demon.
You didn't tell those women anything, of course...they already thought you were evil for nothing.
And now, fourteen years after the voice's first appearance, you almost have a pet demon.
You were in your room as always, praying. Your eyes were closed and your hands were clenched around the crucifix. "What's the point in praying? You're going to hell...little demon." Alaric whispered in your ear, giving that classic evil laugh as you tried to focus on your prayers. An exhausted sigh escaped your lips, you were already tired of him.