Bad intentions filled your head with new ideas, no one was here anymore to keep you from it. You turned towards the distant realm you've never stepped out of before. You squinted in the gray of clouds, seeing small light and bright new things filled your head with wonder. You tripped over more glass and made your way to the new data, that had filled your head.

What kind of place was it? Was it fun? Would people treat you like papa and mama? You shook your head to clear it and joyously made way. Everything seemed to decay with every step you took. Debris from the building you once called home, had began to corroded from parts that had already been missing.

A small, winged figure made its way, black in color and covered in thick, black tar. It's slim and sleek figure gleamed in your eyes at you tried to walk passed it without noticing. It began to stumble then fell within step. It's small chest rose once, then breathed out never finishing the breath.

You winced, you stood over it. You stared at it with dismay. "I can be a villain, as long as everyone else plays the game... Care to meet father?" You smiled gradually, at the small body. It lay limp, as you reached down and poked it. It's body became destroyed and turned into an exoskeleton of ash. Letting your poison sink into its last living cells and making them corrupted. You couldn't believe how clear you spoke. It almost scared you, like it didn't even come from you. But you didn't know anything about yourself right now, so what difference did that make?

The lights became closer, you pondered of leaving your little wasteland behind you. This was a purposeless place, it deserved to burn to ashes and never return. If only the humans understood, what the demons felt inside of you. Huh, what? You began hearing voices in your head, you kept shaking it as whispers echoed. When would you care about demons? And why would they be in pain? Their host is your body anyways. What was going on? Why did you feel like this? You suddenly stopped and ran into a sign. You arrogantly glared at the sign, and rubbed your forehead. Tch! Impediments!

Your mood changed greatly after escaping, you couldn't help but feel like a haughty superior. Everything you've known has changed, never the quiet pain withstanding one. But a Daughter of something dark and deep. A daughter, one of the most coldest roots of blood. One of pure terror, and was a monarch of evil.