My father was a monster. He fooled my mother, lied to her, and then left once she had given in to him. His blood was of the blood of demons - creatures from outside the world, who want to destroy, corrupt and consume the world - and he gave into those desires gladly.

He was a monster - he took pleasure in corrupting women, or if they would not give in to his advances, he would kill them. And I am his child.

I fight to not be a monster, despite what is in my blood.