Salvation of Evil Born: The Beginning

Robbedobb's Tale: Part Two

My tale begins once more...Well this child is something else, I feel...bonded to him. He knows my pain, he suffers from it,  albeit he may not know as of yet. He is certainly special, unlike the others I have coexisted with before. For instance, his small, fragile body and mind, able to handle a being such as myself, will no ill after effects. Many of the others bodies could not handle the sheer force my essence brings, their bodies began failing, started to....decay.

Now, Brandon...He knows, he feels someone else within. Being that he is unsure of exactly what it is. I able to see what he sees, hears what he hears, so on and so forth. In a sense, I am his very own second opinion. I assist him, in his survival of each day, whether it's between his mother, those wretched...school children. As well as a many number of things...enough about him, it's time for more history....

As I was banished from my home, any power I gained from essence was removed, but my ability to absorb one's essence remained. I slowly regained my strength, removing the unnecessary from the Earth. Traveling endlessly, searching for meaning in this banishment. Searching, searching and planning.

Throughout my travels, I stumbled upon my favourite time period. The period that which was during the reign of Queen Margherita.

Back in 1889, the man I inhabited, was Rafaele Esposito, the very same man who created the pizza for the queen and made Italy for what it is known for today. When he created this I became, interested...as it brought me great apeasement. I sought to learn everything I could about this, studying endlessly. The sauce, the crust, even down to the science of spices and cheeses. I began mastering this art form, but before I was able to, Rafaele, realising that he was not alone in his own body, casted me out. Once again I had been betrayed, this time by a human. Is there nowhere, no end to this amount of betrayal. Nothing I could do, as I am immortal. Without my protection, and my wardings, Rafaele was indeed vulnerable. So as a couple of days have passed, he had been brutally murdered...

There was nothing I could do... as he casted me out, I could not protect him. It had taken me nearly a few centuries before I found someone else...for me to exploit my anger and anguish into...

His name....Adolf Hitler...I need not go into it, although I nearly ended up royally destroyed myself for what I caused. I stand against evil, I feed off of them, their essence, and I caused so many innocent humans to die from it. All for what? The betrayal I suffered from, not once, but twice now? I had decided to remove myself from his embodiment, in thus doing so, had caused him to remove himself from this very world. Thus ending that plague I regrettably unleashed unto the world.

Continuing roaming the Earth, feeding off of evil spirits, demons possessing other people. I helped priests with exorcisms, and it sustained me...Then that moment when I ran into the boy...that dreaded night...I felt something draw me to him, and then I knew, he was the one that can help me, and by doing so I will help him until the very essence of my being disappears completely.

So there is more to this doomed exterior than you first presumed. This is the reason that I am not your average demon. I truly care...