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Okay, hi and welcome to another one of my stories. This will be a Romance, Mystery, Horror and Action and Adventure. It will also have mentions of demons, witches, death and exorcism and contain scenes of a lesbian relation between one of the main Titan charters. If any of this offends you, then I suggest you read no thither and go find another story. My spelling and grammar is also not up to scratch but I'm improving.

I thought of this tonight out of the top of my head and don't really have a clue where it is leading to so I take flames and any ideas you lot have to improve this story in later chapters. I hope you enjoy.

'Hi, my name is Grace Gloria. I was born in a small town in north England which I will not name for reasons I can also not mention. I grew up with my mother and father and was a only child but never complained. Though the town I lived in seemed like a normal and happy place, it was in fact held strongly together by belief. They did as their Great Elders, Elders wrote in the towns sacred book which led to much blood shed and pain. They we're Witch Hunters, believing in demons and powerful beings that would one day destroy their way of life. Those who stood up to them would be treated as helpers to The Evil and would share the same punishment as those who we're proven to be.

I lived my life as one of these believers for over 8 years, unable to see the truth of what was really happening. To young to understand. Living the lie and feeding off what I thought was right. I learnt at the school of my great ancestors and their brave battles as they defeated dark forces and help save life. I was taught how to determine a mortal from a demon and I was shown how to cleanse those who carry evil with in their vains. That was, until I met 'It'. 'It' showed me the truth of what this town was really doing. They we're not hero's but in fact murderers trapped in belief and believing lies that we're made before they we're even born.

'It' showed me how to see through their lies and live a sane life with those who were mad, but they soon court on. One of the teachers noticed my behaviour and reported me to the high priests. I was only 11 years old when I was took from my parents and taken to be 'purified of my sins'. They held the ritual at their scared point. In the centre of the old church on top of the hill. The church had been there as long as the town had and was seen as the towns holly grounds. That was where they buried their leaders and destroyed all who threatened their way of life.

As I was tied to the stake, I remember two hooded figures approaching me with burning torches. They stood each side of me, waiting for the word to begin the purifying or what most people would call, burning one to death. One of the towns leaders at the time, held onto the towns book of beliefs, flipping pages and reading at the head of the church. The others encircled me and said their words and began to do their exorcism, chanting over and over again.

"God, please cleanse the child of her sins and help release that of which is wicked!"

I didn't cry, not a tear spilt. 'It' was standing over me, telling me not to worry, all would be well soon, and I believed. 'It' had always been right before, after all. The leader at the head of the church then began to read louder and louder until the chanting stopped and a eerie silence took over the church, villagers watching patently. The leader then raised his hand and pointed to me. I looked up. After going to so many exorcisms, I knew what was coming next. The two hooded figures turned to face me, one each side then, both lowered their torches together and towards the splinterd wood that was placed below my feet.

I watched the flames dance along the charcoaling wood as they slowly took over and began to grow. 'It' still stood by me, watching me, telling me to remain brave so I did. As the flames rose, I felt no fear, no pain and no regret. I felt nothing. I felt nothing at all that is, until I turned to face one of the hooded figures at my side. They lowered their hood to show me what evil the town really was. It was then that I began to feel something. Something I never felt before in my entire life. It burned inside me but it was not the fire that would soon destroy me, it was what the town feared all along and it was their faults that it had awaken.

It took over me and began to grow. The villagers screamed and tried to run but it stopped them. The leaders tried to fight it but it was stronger. The two hooded figures, my own parents, just stood and watched as each of the towns people we're killed and slaughtered. I laughed with pleasure. It was so exhilarating, watching them scream and run. Knowing that they brought all this on themselves. The fire carried on it's destruction but it never once touched me. The flames burned the wood, burned the stake and even burned the rope that held me there but it didn't once harm me.

I walked forwards once the rope was burned through. I stepped down off the fire and onto the ground. I raised my head to see 'It' stood before me. 'It' smiled back with a wicked but pleased smile and gave me a nod. A evil grin also plastered on my face as the light from the fire that raged behind cast across the back of my head and gave my face a gruesome look. I turned to my left where my mother had ran over to embrace my father.

"what have you done?"

My mother sobbed and my grin fell. My rage filled me and so did my hate.

"it is not what I have done but what you have done to me."

I said before what it was that was growing inside me lashed out and destroyed them in front of my very eyes. 'It' joined my side and put a fiery hand on my shoulder. I could tell 'It' was proud of me as I felt pride in myself as well. I remember little after that but dancing in the blood and massacred bodies of those that I once lived upon. I woke up the next day in a field miles away with dry blood covering my dress and skin and the taste in my mouth. Flashbacks of the night before flooded my mind. I stood up and ran. I ran as fast as my legs would go and when I felt that my legs would go no further, I carried on pushing them to there limit until they gave way and I collapsed.

Next thing I knew, I was living in a orphanage. They we're nice people but I didn't want anything to do with them. I didn't want to be betrayed again. I couldn't go through it again so I stayed to myself, pushing back those who wanted to help me. I stayed there till I was 13 and then left to find a new life in America. No one would know of me and my sins and I would start a new. I changed my name. Grace Gloria was announced dead and had died in the terrible slaughter back in north England. She is, no more. This is my story and though few will read it, those who will, will be hunted down and killed. I can not have my past returning to me. I write this in hopes that I can leave the memory on these few sheets of paper and let the past rest. My life begins now.'