Rumours and legend, folklore and tall tales. Swallowed whole by those greedy for what they deemed as excitement. Yet, was there truth hidden within the words? There were only a few who knew the facts. The few who it affected.

Demon filth, always trying to gain corporal form, to be able to feel the physical, emotions which made everything worthwhile. A single taste which stuck, then they would lie cajole and promise anything so they could be free. At what cost? None to them! Yet, all to the humans they invaded, which was massive. Lives wrecked. Cruel-sickening allegiances were made with those too arrogant to know what they did. Jealousy and vicious loathing filled the idiotic woman who thought to control a demon. Summoning, the worst of the worst, unaware of the price she had to pay. Blood.

Life was created, only to drain another of all that could give it breath. In death, the Goddess of moon and light shone bright and took pity on what she saw. Sapped of everything that gave the babe life, she decided. This little courageous bundle needed a second chance.

A second chance for death.

Being always more than she seemed...