I stand over a grave that I once cried over when I was small. The name reads, “Megan Anderson”. She is the woman who raised me before her death. After she died, my whole world crashed around me when the demon in me woke up. I’m a broken warrior who is trying to overcome the evil in me. I must be stronger for my sake and for my loved ones. The woman who raised me said these words to me once, “Become someone stronger who even the demons would fear”. Those words have been buried deep in my heart and mind. I want to escape, but the darkness follows me wherever I go. The only comfort I have is killing the cruel and evil people of this world. And then there’s my everything, the woman who loves me, who sacrificed everything to save me and to be by my side forever. I must accept the darkness and become the devil itself. I must save the good and kind people of this world. I had people close to me who supported my struggles, family who always made me feel stronger when I’m scared or when I get lonely. These people have always known what has lived in me for the past six-teen years. They don’t see me as a blood thirsty demon, ghoul, or evil person, but as a normal human who has a kind, noble, good personality and heart.