December 16th, 1491

The mark faded into Mary’s skin. But I still see it. I know it is faded because Philip mentioned that it was lighter. It seemed to be glowing, but I did not tell them that. We ran into a priest. He looked at my cross and smirked. He told me before I celebrated my twenty-first birthday I would be a being of hell. He told me I would give up my mortality, for revenge. I tried to say I would never, but I could not. I just looked him in the eyes and I knew I would give almost anything to kill the demon. I had even offered up my soul. Is there anything I would not do for revenge? It scares me that I don’t know the answer.