She was conceived from both anger and love, which is rather hard to understand and even harder to explain. She grew, into a beautiful angelic girl, full of happiness and joy, loving everyone and everything. No one would have thought that she would have died in the way that she did.
Her innocence was slowly being destroyed as her life hung in the balance as the thing inside of her grew. As it grew stronger, she grew weaker. It sucked the life out of her, like a tumor, a parasite.

The day it was born was the day she died. It came out of her in a pool of blood, physically perfect and beautiful in every possible way. But it was tainted, tainted by the sin and rape in which it was created.

As the doctors placed it into her arms, she looked at it with more love than anyone could ever imagine. The love only a mother could have for a monstrosity such as this as the child in her arms sucked the last of the life out of her fragile body. As she lay dying she looked at him with only love.