Summary: The backstory of Catherine Michaelis. Who she was after the demonic essence was fused with the soul of a witch and what happened to her before finally meeting her brother.

Catherine Michaelis was snuck into the womb of a pregnant village woman. No one knew this, of course, but as instinct dictates, this is where she consumed her first soul. She ate the soul of the child there and placed herself within its body. She had inhabited the child and through nine long arduous painful months for her mother, she was born on the night of the coldest day of winter.

She didn't cry as a normal child. She merely stared up at those looking upon her. Inside the bowels of hell, Sebastian shifted uncomfortably. The humans around… the father, mother and midwife marvelled at the beauty radiating from the child. And then with horror at her demonic red eyes. The midwife retreated immediately, the father stared hard and the mother began to shake with fear.

Young Catherine smelt the scent of a scared human and waved her arms excitedly, laughing with pleasure. The smell was delightful to her. Her laugh fooled her parents and they did not kill her.

PART TWO

Catherine was given the name Kara and she grew up in the village. Her mother kept her in the house, her eyes, which changed colour from black to red when she was upset or angry, frightened the other children. Catherine proved to be exceptional at everything she did. She walked and talked quicker than any child, was extremely intelligent and so strong-bodied that she almost never got sick. It made everyone suspicious. But her happy smiles and beautiful face assured her parents.

But she knew something was amiss. At night, she would get up and draw the demonic symbols she had dreamed of on the floor. She'd stare into the darkness of the night and know every heartbeat in the village and the forest around it. It made her hungry. She slipped further and further, venturing into the urges she felt. Her parents heard sounds in the night. It was one night that her father awakened to her laughter.

He crept out of bed, careful not to wake his wife as he went to his daughter's room. She laughed again and he shivered with the dark undertones of it. It was not the sweet laughter he and his wife heard often. He didn't know those laughs were specially designed by Catherine to mislead her parents. He opened the door slowly. 'Kara, what are you doing?' He asked, fearing the answer.

Catherine froze. Then she turned to her father, a smile on her blood-stained lips. Her black hair was like a dark halo on her head. In her hand she held a dead owl. 'Look, Daddy.' She said with excitement. She released the bird as if it could fly.

But it did. It flapped its wings eerily slow, hovering in the air as it stared at the man with unblinking eyes. The man choked on his own fear. Fear of his clearly inhuman daughter. She giggled with pleasure as she felt the familiar sense. Fear made her feel all warm inside, comfortable. 'Monster.' He stuttered, staring into her slit pupils and red eyes.

But her face showed hurt. 'Daddy?' She questioned, getting to her feet and taking the owl. She walked forwards. He walked backwards. She was so confused. She held out the owl. 'I made it for you, Daddy.'

The man stumbled back, fear permanently placed in his eyes. Catherine was a smart girl. She knew she had to fix this. She burned the owl, fire engulfing her hand but not burning her. He watched his daughter smile sweetly at him. He was shivering hard. 'You must be cold, Daddy.' She spoke with false concern. 'Let me take care of you.' She said, her voice dropping to her natural tone. The man whimpered, frozen with fear as small arms encircled him.

Catherine devoured his soul and without a second thought, she dragged his body outside and placed him on the fields where the crops grew. The ground opened and swallowed him and the giant crack smoothened out as if it had never been there in the first place. She smiled at her work and skipped back into the house, singing a lullaby in a language she had never heard before.

When her mother woke up the next morning and found her husband gone, she let it go until he didn't show up for breakfast. She began to worry. 'Kara, do you know where your father is?'

'Daddy said he was going to chop some firewood.' She excused with a smile, eating her breakfast in a good mood. Her father's terror had made his soul tasty. The day went by as usual and when the villagers found blood on the planting fields, her mother cried.

But she held her mother in her slender arms and soothed her, rubbing her sobbing back. 'We'll be okay, Mother. It's just the two of us now.' She assured. Her mother thought it was strange her daughter did not cry when her father was gone. She was suspicious when she thought she heard a tone of something unthinkable in her voice but the first spark of hate appeared in her heart when she saw Catherine drop her guard and smile with dark pride.

PART THREE

'Mother!' Catherine screamed, tears running down her face. Pain assaulted her body once more in the form of a hard leather strip.

'Don't call me that, you monster!' The mother screamed back hysterically. Ever since the day her husband died, she knew something was wrong with her child. Then one day she saw something… her child forcing a flower to bloom. It was unnatural. It was wrong. She should beat the devil out from this child. The leather strip came down again. Catherine sobbed as her small body was abused.

'Don't you love me anymore, Mother?!' She wailed her question. She could feel a tugging inside her. She was reaching in every direction to get help. She wanted the pain to stop. But she was afraid to kill her mother. She was being punished for her father's death but if she killed her mother… where would she go… would someone else come to punish her?

'No one loves a demon.' The woman spat with despise resonating in her voice. The leather strip rose again; the door blew open. A dark aura entered the room but Catherine slumped in relief, her muscles relaxing as they started to heal at an inhuman pace.

'And a useless human is loved less.' The new voice spoke with distaste. The voice was sinister and filled with disgust but the smooth sound reassured Catherine. She felt fine now accept for the aches on her body but inside… she was complete. The demon essence was reunited.

Sebastian consumed the soul of the woman as painfully as possible. He didn't like this human one bit. He looked at the small dark-haired form, tied up, bruised and bloody. He approached, kicking the still body of the woman as he came to her. He no longer felt the discomfort of missing the other part of the demon essence. With sharp briefly clawed fingers, he got rid of the bindings on her wrists and ankles.

She gazed up at him and saw a boy, no more than ten years old. He had pale skin like her ivory one and hair to match midnight. They shared the same demonic eyes. She smiled softly and knew who he was instantly. 'Hello, brother.' She murmured softly, throwing her arms around him in an embrace.

'You'll stay with me now, sister. I will protect you.' He told her, picking her up into his arms. Her wounds because they were by a mere human had already healed but she was new to things so Sebastian would show her the path they were to walk on together.

'And I will love you always.' She promised with an evil smile. Gone was the child who pretended to be human, who wished to please her human parents. Sebastian returned her dark smile with a devilish smirk and placed a conceited kiss on her forehead. Then they descended into hell.