"You know, it'd be better if you just died." He said happily as if what he said meant something joyful. "But I just can't. You can't kill me. No one can." I said with a smirked. I could feel the intense look of every pair of eye glaring at me. I mentally laughed. Poor creatures. They want to slaughter me; Kill me; Burn me; or in any way one could end up dead. Yet, they can't. I turned my heel and walked head held high. 'Kill me a million times in your head. Only that, it's only in your imagination.' I'm Sataniah. Obviously, as my name says, I am the Devil's Daughter.