Her Heart
I was not just born for evil; I was the very embodiment of it. My power and abilities knew no bounds. Until her.
Two Fallen Watchers sired me, damning me. Until the new live-in nanny for my son came into our lives in a small, fiery and defiant little package thinking she could save me.
Malaika Acheampong was my fate and my punishment. She was a walking, talking contradiction. Innocence and a rapid-fire coursed through sinfully lustful eyes when she looked at me making me want to claim her instead of killing her as I swore that I would.
She was la mia anima (my soul). Yet my goal was not be trapped by Malaika but to completely destroy and obliterate her heart!

His Soul
I was born in love, to a family which all held supernatural gifts, yet my powers were unseen or completely unnoticed. Until him.
David Bongiovanni was my destiny, my dream and nightmare all wrapped up in one. I saw him coming but thought he was just a fragment of my imagination. His coldness only sparked the anger inside me but when we touched, the fire burnt all his cold behaviour away.
He held my heart in the palms of his cruel hands. It was too late when I found out my purpose because by then I had already fallen. I was born to be his. I was his soul.