On a dreary summers night under a fire sign a baby girl was born. The midwives gathered 'round as she gasped her first breathe, and her mother gasped her last. A scream came from her tiny lungs and shook the branches of the surrounding trees. An elder braved looking over the child and screamed. Red piercing eyes blinked from behind unnatural red locks, her skin even more unnaturally pale. But those didn't make the elder scream, it was her birthmark, a black rose on her right shoulder. It had been seen before, told in tales, written about in books. The Soul had returned.

As it is customary in many Romani the child is taken outside, laid upon the ground and await for their father to pick them up, and tie a red string around their neck, symbolizing that he accepts this child as his own. As the child lay in the cold night surrounded by fog, her coos and cries went unanswered. The men of the tribe would not accept this child as their own, could not. She was not one of theirs.

As the darkest part of night comes, and the fog is the thickest a dark cloaked stranger stealthily approaches the child. The stranger bends down, scoops up the child and disappears into the night.

The wind howled about her and then everything was still. A large creature began to creep from within the depths of hell. It came for her. The ground began to quake and 20 feet in front of her it tore open, leaving a large gash in it's wake. The smell of death and decay wafted forth from the hole assualting her nose. She wanted to turn and run away, but she could not move. A purid black liquid oozed out towards her. Slowly it began to take shape and form. Her hands went up to her face, covering her eyes. After a few moment she looked up and fell over backwards, a scream caught in her throat. Standing at the edge of the gateway to Hell was one of the most grotesque creatures she had ever laid her eyes on. Huge horn protruded from his skull, razor sharp spikes ran down his arms and his back. As he moved towards her, there was nothing she could do, there was no escaping her fate. In a moment it was over. As her body lay crumpled at the base of the tree the Demon turned and retreated back to hell, taking the girls soul with him.

The fires burned brightly in his throne room as other damned souls gathered around to watch. The Demon began his rituals on her soul, infusing it with his blood. Very slowly she began to take solid form again, and yet she was different. Fangs pertruded from her lips, her skin was lacking all color, and her eyes, once full of life and happy were now cold and emotionless. She stood before him, him towering above her, all she could do was kneel before him. He had created her, and now she belonged to him.

For many years she was by his side, watched him slaughter innocent lives. The visions of his actions, and his victims screams haunt her every waking moment. Her soul became dead inside her. Everything had lost meaning, suffering became her enjoyment.


She walked over to the mess of dead and broken bodies he had left behind. Picking through the mess and debris she found a dead male, almost in perfect form. Looking at him with boredom in her eyes she reached down and slowly dragged her nail along the edge of his face. Once she was done she ever so carefully hooked her nail under the skin and slowly pulled back exposing the flesh and muscle tissue of his face. Bending down she looked at it closer and began to cut into the muscles with her nail, watching them snap back. It made her giggle. She then looked at the dead mans eyes, noticing they were clouding over, she looked at them quizzically. Again with her nails she dug into the socket of his left eye and popped it out. Picking it up with her hand she studied it then grew bored and clenched her fist. viscous fluid oozed out from between her fingers, causing her to giggle again. After a moment she wiped the mess on the mans shirt and wandered back to her Demons side.


As more wars broke out and more trouble arose, there came a day where he had to leave her. He placed her on a small island away from any harm. It location unknown to most. He gave her a doll, a very special doll to keep her company. For many years Athin and her dolly Belle lived peacefully and alone on the island.

 To come.