February 21st, 1492

An Incubus tricked a local woman into having a baby. I look into those eyes and you would not believe the things that can come from the most horrible of beings. The child is pure mortal… probably to the pain of the Incubus… The baby is so gorgeous. He reminds me of my brothers. Mary is cooing at the thing. I am glad it turned out human. I could not kill it. I look into those eyes, and find my weakness. Kids… I may be cold and heartless… but not that cold and heartless.