So it is the 4th of July. In about an hour will mark a day I can not forget. My first taste of power. The birth of the Devil Danyael. The demon who took me for his own. It is also the night I died. It was a hot muggy night much like tonight. It is hard to believe it has only been 2 years, it feels like a lifetime ago. Perhaps I should write down my tale in case I don't get a chance to tell it.
I had just gotten off work when my friends picked me up for a party. The party might have been a bad idea, no it was defiantly the drinking that made it a bad idea. I was well known for being able to drink even the worst liquor with ease. I had drank