Hello. For those who do not know me. Good. For those who do probably have a very good reason for still being alive. And of course for those who are just plainly curious I have to remind you of that saying about the cat. It’s dead if you didn’t know. But I guess I frankly do not care if what I tell you will kill you later on in the process. I’m not a very nice girl, that I’m saying right from the start. Now before I begin the usual crap, I curse frequently so deal with it, my name, my childhood, I wanna tell you why I’m writing all this. I admit that I am sorta jealous that Spawny boy has his own comics, his own show and so on. Even though right now he’s somewhere in a damn alley way while I’m in the suite upstairs in my own personal night club. But hey I deserve some publicity too. It’ll probably give me a buncha fucked up problems and people walking up to me on the streets with the usual line "are you REALLY a hellspawn?" but I’m willing to take the chance. I’m still mad at myself for being jealous, especially with the fact the Spawn’s publicity was a pure mistake. Use your imagination on that one and maybe I’ll tell ya later. Let’s just say someone saw something they shouldn’t have. And aside from wanting a part of the spotlight, I guess I’m just bored. I mean hey I got a good couple of hundred years ahead of me. Who knows what will happen? Now enough of this confusing mumbo-jumbo, I’ll get onto the story, and I’ll try not to make it long.

Let’s begin at the basics. I was born November 24 1975, which makes me 24 to this day, in some dirty little hospital in Bronx. I never really found out it’s name. My mother was only eighteen at the moment, but she acted like a thirty year old slut. I wasn’t her first kid, just the first one she choose to keep, due to the lack of money for the abortion. Her name isn’t really important but I’ll tell you anyway. Margaret Cristhine. And for some damn reason she named me Kelly Cristhine. I took on her last name for the only reason that she hadn’t had a clue to who the hell my father was. Two days later on November 26 she took me home with her. I wish I knew why she didn’t just stick me in an orphanage I prolly would’ve been better off. But then again in the long run I guess she did me a favor, after all right now I own my own club and everyone fukin scared of me killing them or something. But she did take me in and took care of me as a child, care probably isn’t the word but for the most part I wasn’t dropped out the window of the run down apartment on the fourth floor.

I lived the usual life of a kid in my situation. I learned to care for myself at a really early age. After all a kid either learns quick or ends up hungry and dirt and hurt. Magie, I truly don’t think calling her ‘mom’ is a good idea since I never really had much feelings for her, always went out till late. Sometimes she never even came home. I practically grew up on the streets. School wasn’t part of my life for the most part. Sure I went at first, I even made it to H.S. without any help. Which truly amazes me since now that I remember no one ever made sure I was going to school or doing my H.W, report cards didn’t matter to Magie either. Many times I thought she just pretended that I didn’t exist. I doubt if I was kidnapped she would even notice. She was always out somewhere or bringing her boyfriends over to fuck and locking me out. I learned not to care at all. Hey I took care of myself and that was enough. Being on my own also taught me to act to get what I wanted, I could be a believable little girl or a slutty bitch whenever I wanted. Still can by the way.

It was bound to happen sooner or later, the usual crap, I met the so-called "wrong crowd". I was about fifteen. I had stopped going to school all together, and as before Magie didn’t even notice. Now most people assume kids join these groups cause they want a family or cause their pressured. That’s such bull shit, in my case at least. I was bored, I was locked out of my own house! I wanted things that my slutty mother never bothered to buy for me. And it seemed like a good idea. Now I’m not gonna get to the details of my life till the age of eighteen cause I want this story short and as simple as it can be, but I really took a wrong turn. I’m surprised I wasn’t put in jail and the electric chair. But somehow I managed to slip past and get someone else in trouble in my place. I hung out with gangs, I did everything that would be considered evil and sinful. I bet I even broke all the ten commandments. But that’s enough of my childhood let me get to the important stuff.

At eighteen Magie finally took note of what I have become and quite straight forwarding without any emotion, not that I excepted any from her, kicked me the fuck out of the house. That was when I sorta stopped hanging out with the "wrong crowd". I needed a place, I needed to get money. And without finishing school it would be hard to find a job. But I did find one. As a waitress at some silly little diner who’s name I don’t remember anymore. The usual bottom class in a society like my mother. That’s what I had become, of course then I didn’t think so. Hell I didn’t think at all. I was just another waitress in one of those worn out light blue uniforms with my hair mashed beneath the cap. And it didn’t matter. Nothing mattered much in my life.

Now before I continue any further perhaps I should describe myself, since after all my looks did have a great impact on my life. And not in THAT way. My hair is quite long and I guess sorta auburn brown and my eyes were once brown but now... heh.. who knows. I’m slim I suppose, about 5’9. And I’m Italian by Magie’s side.. who knows about my father... I look Italian though. Now you know how people say everyone has a twin? I dunno if that’s true or not but there sure are people who look allot alike. And my so-called twin was a bitch named Melissa, I don’t remember her last name, now back then I didn’t even know Melissa. She was a rich spoiled brat but looked exactly like me, except her hair was curly rather then straight like mine. I was working, living doing my little sickly part in the population. I had no clue of Melissa or anything for that matter. Rather then tell it in the order that I found it out, I’ll ya Melissa’s problem from the start. She was the only daughter of some rich business man who would do anything to get ahead. And the girl wasn’t a saint either, she was a trained killer from birth as far as I know. And she loved her daddy dearly, he loved her as well. But what Melli didn’t know was that some long time ago her father made a very dangerous deal, a deal he probably forgot over the years. But then one day came time for him to pay up. And the price was either his soul, or Melissa’s. (That should teach people not to make deals with beings of higher power) Seems like Melli was chosen for some kinda army, of course right now I know exactly what the army is but when I first learned all this I had the same puzzled look on my face. I’m not sure how long her father was given to make the decision but he didn’t waste any time. He told all this to his bother, who at one point fucked Magie. And somehow he must’ve seen me, although I don’t remember ever seeing him, he told that I resembled her so much. And the father thought he could manipulate the whole thing. He probably even thought he would succeed

When a man approached me at the diner I worked at and told me of this great acting job I was suspicious but non the less thrilled. I mean I was a plain poor waitress with a criminal past and no H.S diploma. This seemed like a good idea and he didn’t seem like a murderer. So I agreed, I wonder what measures would they have gone to if I had refused. I was supposed to play a rich woman who gets whacked on the street or something. The scenario they told me is now fuzzy in my head. I do remember that when they were getting me ready to play my part in the big dressing room, they made sure I looked perfect, I must’ve had a ton of makeup on my face. My hair was curled over and over until it was perfect. I nearly snapped at them to get the fuck away cause it’s GOOD ENOUGH! The last thing I remember the aspirin they gave me for my headache and pushed me out on the street. As if that was really aspirin, humpf! I didn’t even have a headache.

The rest I pieced together through shatters of memories and words of others. This may seem silly but I don’t remember how I was killed. I know I wasn’t burnt like Spawny cause I look just fine. I wonder if that pill was poison or something. But I kinda hope it was something more... interesting, hey you only die once!... I’m really sick in the head ain’t I? The little trick the rich fool tried to pull of failed miserably. As I know from the moment I was killed everyone down there knew who I was and that I was NOT Melissa. But I guess I also did screw up the plans. For some reason unknown to me they thought me better to lead the army then Melli. I still wonder that one till today. I agreed, even though I don’t remember it now. I dunno what I was asked I dunno why I agreed. I don’t remember any of the two years I supposedly spend there. And boy am I glad. From what I heard it ain’t pretty. Now where should I pick up from there? When I woke up, I was dazed, I felt like hell and I blew up some jerk that tried to touch me. That’s kinda fuzzy too but I remember thinking "kewl" I didn’t know where the fuck I was or what I was doing. But I knew it couldn’t be good. I suppose I wandered quite a long way before I collapsed but I can’t be too sure. Now I’m not gotta write stuff like "I slowly opened my eyes and found a man with a long red cape standing above me, a red cape surrounded me as well....." all that’s worthless mumbo-jumbo. So in simple human terms. Spawn found me. By that time my mind was sane enough to reason. I decided telling everything would not be such a good idea at first. I didn’t wanna end up dead... again. I pretended to still not have any memories of my life or anything, except my name. Which I gotta say I always hated. After he explained to me what it was that I had and told me what it is they wanted me to do. I found this quite disturbing. I mean as far as I see, I got these neat powers of hell and I can do what I want only after I beat up some demon that wants me to rule some army. I didn’t like this one bit, besides I had no clue how the whole armor deal works. And that’s how I played it, that was the only way I could play it. I had to be the poor little confused girl who has no way to defend herself and can barely use what she was given. I gotta admit I played that role well. So damn believable it amazes me. I mean hey, I got a friend now who truly believes I’m helpless. He said that I shouldn’t use the armor much cause when it’s drained I die.. again. So I wouldn’t. I’d have him fight for me. And if he lost, well then I would have to fight but... that’d be If. He tried to teach me how to use the armor. And I learned, quickly I learned. I was even sure I could beat him after the few weeks. But I didn’t show it. I pretended I couldn’t make it work. I tripped on purpose. I made myself seem so hopeless there was no other choice but to protect me. Yeah I know I’m cruel, but you do what you can to survive. Right or Wrong. I know many of you are saying what a bitch I am but I’d like to see what you would do in my position. Hey not everyone wants to die for the sake of others. I wanted to live for as long as I possibly could. And so I kept up my act.

Let’s not go into any specific details and just say that the play worked. Violator, that ugly ass demon dude had no clue what he was getting into. Now I gotta say I underestimated the whole thing. He was much stronger then I believed. And I guess I should’ve helped Spawny from the beginning, but then my act over the past few weeks would’ve been worthless. I did win, Duh! Otherwise I wouldn’t be writing this. And I barely wasted any of my powers. While Spawny was in bad shape after the fight. Yep the subject of me being cruel rises again. I didn’t care. Then came along a child, a stupid little blondie brat. Her name Amelia. To this day I don’t know how, but she knew everything about me, everything! How I tricked Spawny and all. Maybe she was a demon too. But she told him everything. Oh boy, he was sure mad at me. I wasn’t scared though I was sure I could face him, not that I wanted to fight that worthless fight. He did however. But I never gave me the chance. I couldn’t let him. Now I bet what I’m about to say will defiantly make you think I’m a bitch, a murderer, evil... whatever else. But I don’t care I am not a goody goody as I said many times. I am a bitch. And so when he was going to attack me, I jumped back and threw the first person nearby in front of the blast. I admit that was cruel especially with the fact that the person turned out to be a thirteen year old boy. I don’t even know who he was and I don’t care. I guess that did sorta give me some time and I fled. Hey nothing wrong with running. I guess that took place about a year and a half ago. And I’ve done quite well, established my own club, The Blue Ivy, I’m quite sure I’m stronger then Spawny now but no point in useless fighting. And I’ve finally summed up this little fucked up article. Oh yeah and I also changed my name, as I said before I hated it. Bye.

07/03/99

Ivory Cristhine