First strike back... 1

Hidden in the darkness, I am at the unholy place where I spent the first twelve years of my miserable life. The little church, its cross upside down. I have that mark on my arm. They raised me as the Devil's bride, but I escaped. I trace the long scar running down my chest, where they tried to cut my heart. I feel anger bubbling inside me, but I have to keep a blank mind, not to alert them. They pledged me to the Master of the Fire. It's only fitting they die by it. I strike the first match.