It had been storming all day and all night when I first met him. I was only five-years-old at the time. He came into my bedroom, not knowing that I was awake at the time. I had opened my eyes and looked right at him. It was dark, obviously, but I could see his bright red eyes. They glowed in the darkness of my room. He was surprised.

The next morning, I found out that my parents had been murdered, but being that young, I had no idea what it all meant. I just knew that I wanted my mother and father. I wanted them… yet they never came home again.

I was going to end up living with relatives I never even heard of, until… someone else came to pick me up. He talked it over with the cops as I sat on a chair, still confused as hell. Then he came up to me… and said… "I'm going to take you home now."

… When I first met him, it had been raining. When I left to go home with him… it was raining… but not a single drop landed on him. The man with the bright red eyes who could easily influence anyone… a man who should have raised suspicion… The cops watched us leave, giving me a smile and a polite wave as I left with a man I didn't know… simply because… he was oh so convincing.

And that… is when my life first changed forever… Twelve years later, I am still living with this man that took me home… and I have learned a very important secret about him. This man with bright red eyes… is a demon…