Author's note: I was again, given a topic for this. Basically, I had to tell the story of a demon woman in Hell, becoming a part of a cult, planning to bring forth a great beast. I only tell her part of the story and focus more on that.
I felt a jagged and excruciating texture thrust against my spine. I tilted my lifeless skull to the left and laid my eyes upon my disfigured limb – the flesh had been pierced by something. I tried to heave against the straps keeping me maintained as I witnessed the last of my gushing bodily fluids pour out; however I licked my lips and I became famished. My natural instinct attempted movement, although unfortunately, the effect manifested into a fierce, fiery pain located in my gut and it became compulsory for me to shriek. The pain did nothing but multiply, to the point of which it contaminated my chest. My now red eyes locked with the ceiling, and shortly after I breathed no longer. "That was the story of how I became a creature. Let's get to the root – let's start with seventeen years ago – when I was six."
My pounding compassion pumped with adrenaline. My back was connected to the stony soil, with the inclusion of fragmented remains that naturally plunged from the ceiling. The blood cursing through my fragile veins grew numb, and as a consequence my physical being did as well – I was lying down on the floor helpless. "Bloodlust," I stated on the day; attempting to summon all of the strength I could to align my feet with the ground. "Mother, Father!" With those words, I summoned the strength, along with an unintended side-effect that was courage. I rushed to the origin of the bloodlust and I saw red. My eyes looked down upon the pools of red and the corpses centred within it. With fury I discharged an energy bullet at the atmosphere, but it exploded in my face. Upon noticing the delicate nature of the cave I ran outside. Soon afterwards, the cave collapsed and I was crushed with the reality of which wrote in stone that I could not bury my parents. "This is how my life changed. Let's skip a few years to when I was twelve."
Bruises covered the majority of my body, although I summoned the strength and courage to continue. My natural blue eyes perked with a thrill; simply caused by glaring at a grotesque goblin. I let a large amount of my force propel as I began sprinting to the goblin with intent to murder. When close, I lifted my hatchet, cutting, cutting and cutting again. I ate the goblin. "By age twelve I had become a savage. With age I became more evil. Now, let's head to age sixteen."
Later, by age sixteen I had developed a vast variety of tools of which granted me easier efficiency to common, everyday tasks. Items of which I had developed mostly consisted of armour and weapons. My mental awareness transmuted and turned red – this was the day. The day voices communicated with my being, is the day I fell into a cantankerous descent of darkness that would in due course consume me. It ordered me around and presented to me a purpose – a purpose was something of which I was lacked and craved for. I became aligned with a cult of which required me to perish inside for a greater cause. "That is how I ended up as a creature. I followed them and they destroyed me. This is my diary, this is my life and this is my story. The rest is for only for me to know."