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OSIRIS

E ternity of Horror Haunted House has been my home for quite some time. Every year, I choose a new town and fill my haunted attraction with pain, agony, and all new corpses. It's my passion, my obsession, and my purpose on this planet—to be the most brutal, cold-blooded monster anyone has ever seen. It's just how I was raised.

Father is the man that butchered my parents when I was a child. Instead of adding my body to the pile, he decided to take me on as his little pet project. This demon of a man spent decades doing everything he could to sculpt me into a ruthless killer, and, for that, I'd say he did a pretty good job. Give credit where credit’s due, and all that. Don't get me wrong, I hate his fucking guts for what he did to me and my parents. For dousing my soul in pitch blackness.

But I wasn't always like this. Long before I met Lilith and her friends, there was a brief moment where I tried to be a regular human. A small fragment of time where I tried to suppress all my urges and desires.

This is my descent into darkness.