Everyone wants pity. Everyone holds anguish and has suffered at some point. Many have envied and lusted. But few have needed - spiritually needed - to make a difference. I am one of the few.
My name is Raven Marie Knight. My father is High Emperor of Hell. No, not Satan. But he's up there. My mother, she's a filled blooded vampire priestess. Yes, a demon and a vampire fell in "love", if you call what they had love.
They constantly fought. The only thing they could agree on was power. They hungered for it.
Due to my mixed heritage, my demon half has wings, which they resent me for. The power they took centuries to gain, I gain slowly each day, with a price of course.
Each day I lose a price of my innocent soul. And each time I kill, it dies faster.
This normally wouldn't be an issue, but my father is declaring a war that I oppose. I plan on joining the other side.
The human side...
