Maya was an ordinary 15 year old girl, she was pretty, long brown hair that almost seemed black, brown eyes, and her occasional black bow she would put in the back of her hair. But there was more to this 15 year-old, she was obsessed with demons, she loved the thought of killing children, taking their lives, bringing misery to all of those who oppose her. But most of all, Maya loved the wings, the large black wings, she loved them, she would often draw them in a sketch books. But this was all going to change. Maya was moving into a new school. She didn't like the idea of leaving all her memories behind and coming to a new place where she'd be an outcast. But her mother insisted that she stop being selfish.
"Mom, I don't want to move, I have so many friends here!" Maya cried, she was sitting at the dinner table with her brother and father, her mother was standing by the oven
"I don't care what you want! Your brother doesn't want to live here anymore! Nor do your father and I! Now