Julian Blackthorn x Reader

Tears clung to an infants face while her hair hit her face with unforgiving fury. Her feet were numb due to the frigid temperatures. Snow clung to her bare legs and feet while the Frost Bite set in deep within her nerves. She couldn't feel her toes. She couldn't feel her feet or hands. Nothing. Only the deep ache that lay inside her chest as it welled up stronger. It grew brighter and the flame burned greater. She fought to move yet could no loner will it.
"MOMMY!!!DADDY!!!!!!" the cracking, broken voice cried as she fell to her knees releasing the hopes of survival. Her home. Her family. All gone. Taken. Ripped from her like a bottle from a calf. Stripped from her life like the flesh of a pig. It was pointless. The fight. It was over. And she lost. Conscience faded and breathing slowed until nothing was left of her physical state but only her soul. Left for the devil to take and claim as his own. The torture he enforced. The pain and suffering. Yet she couldn't help but feel sorrow and happiness even in the simplest of times. This was the birth of the demon named Emotion.