Daughter of the Devil

I am the daughter of the devil.
Surprised? You should be. It's not something easy to believe. But be patient-I'll tell you everything. My name is Elif, I'm 16 years old. This is my story. But not the kind of story you'd expect. It's neither a fairy tale nor an epic. It's the story of a girl born in a village, who could never be just an ordinary girl.

Let me start with the day I was born. The year was 874. In Davutlar, a village in the Aydın Beylik, where the blue of the Aegean Sea meets the green of the mountains, I came into the world. Or... I didn't. My mother, Fatma, and father, Ahmet, thought they were about to live the happiest moment of their lives, but they faced a nightmare instead.

When I was born, I wasn't breathing. My mother cried out in despair, while my father held a lifeless baby in his arms. In that moment, he begged for a miracle. But that miracle didn't come from the heavens-it came from the depths.