My name is Coriander Sinzire. I was born a human, strangely enough, to a whore in the bowels of the Bronx in the 1920s. What a time to be there when I was a child. Although, I never made it past one month old. My mother died of a drug overdose and my father went completely mad due to alcohol. Going on a rampage, he stormed around the place with a bottle of whiskey in his hand as my mother lay dying on the floor. His reason she died didn’t matter. He blamed me for the death of his lover. He took a knife and viciously carved out my little, beating heart, killing me in an instant. He then turned the knife on himself and died an hour later. Slowly, painfully.... He deserved it.
My soul didn’t go very far, though. Instead of going up to Heaven like a small baby should, Satan had grabbed me first, dragging me down into the bowels of Hell and raising me like his own son, molding my mind into hate, sin, anything he could teach me over time. Satan had wanted to try this for the longest time, giving me, the heartless being, a chance to actually live my own way in the world. In a way, I could be called Satan’s son, but that might be taking it a bit too far. Regardless, I was given the life of a Hellish demon, given a demon form that resembled that of a maniac bat and raised to the age of 23. It was then that Satan completed training me and sent me to Earth. My mission? To kill, corrupt, sin, cause chaos... Anything my heartless little self desired. Love was made as an absent part of me. There was no remorse then and there isn’t any now...[