So, much like the typical child nowadays, my father left the second I was born. My poor mother, Jess, was left by herself with me. We lived in a small trailer in the countryside, even though she grew up in the city. It was all she could afford, with no one to watch me, she worked at a daycare nearby, which didn't pay near enough. So, mother found other ways of making money. They were illegal, very illegal, but she did it for us to survive. When I was about six, Jess met a new man. A very tall and handsome man by the name of Damien. He had a very sarcastic and brash nature, and I guess that is what Mother liked about him. She began to bring him over more and more. One night, however, as Mom went to do some of her odd-jobs, Damien broke into my home. He grabbed me by the neck and we seemed to almost teleport into an unknown building. It had the scent of rotting carpet, and the air was sticky and damp. He thrust me forward to what seemed like a throne, a man leaning in it. "Here you are, my Lord. I believe this one is a fine specimen," Damien said, his cocky attitude shining like a star. The unknown man slowly rose from his throne and looked down upon Damien. "So... what became of the boys mother?" the man asked. Damien looked at the unknown man and swallowed heavily. "Well, ya see, I don't exactly know, cause sh--," Damien was suddenly cut off by the mans hand wrapping around his throat. "I asked you to PROVIDE and to PROTECT her," the man yelled at him. Damien kicked slightly and gasped for air. "Lord.. Shadow.. Please... Don'-------" a sharp crack filled the room. Lord Shadow threw the now lifeless body of Damien to the side, and stepped forward, showing more of his figure. He has short jet black hair that was neatly cut, he was roughly 6'6", and had a voice that demanded attention. He slowly leaned towards me, and a smile grew on his face. It didn't seem fake, because there was a warmth in his eyes. "Well, little one, I hope I didn't scare you... May I see our arm?" I nodded and held my arm out to him. He wrapped his hand around my forearm and muttered something in an unknown language as a sort of black smoked enveloped me. It was almost immediately after that a searing pain covered my entire arm. I went to scream, but the amount of pain I felt wouldn't let me. I felt cool tears run down my face as he let my arm go, a sort of symbol on my arm. It bled, and swirled all sorts of dark colors. It felt like something was gonna rip my arm off, and the feeling sent shivers down my entire being. "Now... this is going to hurt for a long time. If you can handle the pain for one whole year, you will see me again." Shadow then faded away as I was back in my home. The symbol was no longer swirling, but the presence of evil still radiated from it. If only I had known that I know harbor one of the most evil and powerful demons in existence....
