Who Am I?

Hello. My name is Roman Black. This is not my real name, but my designation assigned by Lucifuge.

As you can see, I was a troubled youth. At the age of 11, demons began appearing outside my window; tapping, scratching and whispering. My parents brought me up in Rich, Suburbia. I lived on the third story of a mini mansion. The first time they tapped, I thought it was a tree branch. Then I remembered, we had no trees, only an acre of fresh cut grass. They told me I could hurt them, if I wanted. I tried. They liked it. I wanted to hurt myself.




I told them that it made me feel bad that I liked hurting them. They told me to eat; that it would make me feel better. It did.




When I got to high school, eating didn't make me feel better anymore. My classmates made fun on me because I was fat. I was sad, because I had no friends. I ate more to feel better. Sometimes, I ate strange things.

23: The Changing Year. 

Typical night:

1. Stop at Taco Bell: Three bean burritos with sour cream and a Grilled Stuffed Burrito.
2. Stop at Jack in The Box: Breakfast Jack and hash browns.
3. Stop at Sonic: Large Sonic Blast with Oreo pieces and M&Ms
4. Eat.
5. Cry.
6. Throw up.
7. Sleeping pills and Jack Daniels

Three senior members of The Lucifuge found me in a pile of fast food wrappers and vomit. I asked them to put me out of my misery. They took me to Milan, and the Lady taught me the only way to hurt the demon was to starve it.




Vitamins. Dietary minerals. Lipids. Glucose. Amino acids. I receive them intravenously, through a process called Total Parenteral Nutrition. I have not eaten a meal or snack in eight years. I hurt every day. My stomach is always telling me it's time to eat. But now, my soul feels clean. These terms are acceptable.

Roman Black is who I am now, because the man I was, was not a man.