It had been a long long day for little Evelyn Lawrence. Wake up at five am, get the other foster children up and ready for school. Make breakfast for all six kids, and get them out the door for school by seven am. Attend school, deal with Stephanie and Pricilla, two girls in her class who loved pushing her in the playground. Get home by three thirty, start chores and dinner. Have the other foster children fed and have their homework done by seven thirty. Lastly, have the children showered and in bed by eight thirty... One would think that Evelyn was an excellent care taker or even a mother. However, Evelyn was only eight. Evelyn Lawrence was one of six foster children who had been taken in by a 'loving' pair of parents. These 'loving' parents were rich partiers who simply took the children in to reap the rewards of having six children, such as free chore labor and being called loving parents. When the parents did return home, their attention was almost always on Evelyn; and not in a positive way. Evelyn was essentially their servant. Evelyn was ordered around and never allowed to relax until every spec of dust was taken care of, and by then, it would be close to midnight. Evelyn dropped onto her mattress up in the attic. She sighed with exhaustion, tears brimming in her blue eyes. She was sporting a red mark on her right cheek from her 'mother'. She had apparently forgotten to clean the blinds again... She was so tired... She didn't want this kind of life. She was so tired. Evelyn looked up at a little doll she had on her bed. One that looked similar to her. Her previous foster mother had made it for her and told her to hold it really tight if she ever needed someone to care for her. Evelyn sat up on her bed and grabbed the doll. She held it tightly against her chest, tears falling. She yelped as she felt something stick her finger! Little drops of blood pooled on her fingers and dropped onto the forehead of the doll. Evelyn bit her lip and cried softly.

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It had been a long time since he had been called, about three decades, and his peaceful slumber was broken by tears that trickled down into the surrounding dug out of blood that had been offered too him since the beginning of his creation. Standing on shakey hind legs, the demon rose as a portal manifested in a swirl of purple lights. Lowering his antlers, Drew stepped into the world that opened to him. It took a few moments for him to adjust to the lighting of the room. The demon seemed to have found himself in another child's room. Unlike other rooms he hand seen before, there was not a scattering of toys nor papers or books. Despite the luxurious floors, there was no inkling that a child inhabited in the poor room. That was until he scanned around him. There was a little girl, on a mostly bare mattress and the demonic god scoffed at his little surroundings. In the lighting, his antlers and skull deer head glowedwhite and his sunken appearance behind the mask, glinted red eyes at the child, "You need... me?" He asked, his voice hoarse and low from disuse.