(1) History

1880. The year this story starts. My birthday or in other words my death...

My mother gave birth to me. However, it wasn't a joyous day, I was dying slowly, in excruciating agony.

My mother sang me all of her favourite lullabies, as well as smiling every time she was around me and when the night came, she would scream and beg for mercy upon the family or in particular me, the help she desperately sought for never came.

Until one day someone answered her cries for help...

Lucifer.