Prologue
August 31, 1888 Whitechapel, England:
As I step out of my client's home the cool night air pierces through my threadbare dress. The early morning fog thin and mysterious covers the London sky. Many houses line the road. They are short and worn down. Nothing held the beauty of the Victorian era as it was in East London. The ground was damp from the recent storm and the moon's pale glow reflected off the cobblestone. I shuffled my feet in a quick motion hoping to get out of the cold. The streetlights flicker like fireflies and water soaked through my old shoes. I pull my new bonnet around my ears bewildered by the sudden oncoming of a fall chill. The streets are empty but I hope someone would see me. After all a few more coins would not do me any harm. After receiving a good nights pay. I planned to go home and rest for my work was at night. Then when I turned a corner I saw a strange man. He was tall and muscular but seemed out of place. He wore a suit that was not worn in the west side of London and was a bit on edge when I saw him, but I thought I'd approach him and ask him his intent. As I got closer I started to see how beautiful this man was. It looked as though the closer I got to him my wants and desires morphed in to this mysterious man. One look into his eyes and I fell in to a pit of desperation. I felt entranced and the cold no longer bothered me. . His eyes seemed to show an interest in me and he drew me towards him with only a glance. When I reached his side of the street I tried to make small talk. When he did not respond a bit of confusion came upon me. The more I stared at him the more inhuman he looked. He looked like all my fantasies had formed this beautiful creature. This look entranced me to a point where all thought left me and I followed him into the corner house at Buck Row.
It was run down and had no possessions and but I would not realize that I was in a strangers home later. When we reached the bedroom he raped his beautiful arms around me and it felt as though I was in another dimension. Reality no longer existed as he kissed me passionately. That soon changed when I happened to look down and see the long thin knife stuck in his boot. His hand slowly reached toward it but I stood up fast and backed up towards the door. Stupid, How could I have been so careless? I tried to open the door only to find it locked. The man rose and blocked the window, the only other exit. Then I watched him change. This man was not human as I suspected but instead of an angle his expression changed to that of a child of Hell's. As his skin melted away the man turned into a demon. His skin was red and translucent. Fire seemed to run in his protruding veins. Muscles rippled over his arms and legs. His fingers transformed to claws and black torn wings tore through his shirt. He pulled two amputees knives out of what remained of his boot and he stood there staring at me. The shock of this threat rendered me speechless. He then addressed me,
" Child of the night you are as dirty as me, the dirty ones should be purified by the flames of hell."
I wanted to scream or try to defend myself but the chill in the room made me feel frozen like a statue. The next thing I knew I saw a shimmer of light and he was directly in front of me. He raised the blade in his left hand and kept the right one in a defensive position. Then he brought the blade up to my neck and sliced it open. I then felt weightless, as my soul seemed to expel itself from my body through the wound. Before I departed from this earth I saw the demon slice open my abdomen and remove two organs and consume them. He then dragged my body out into a small ally way and disappeared through a portal of flames leaving behind a pile of ash. That was the last of my memories.