In the late summer of 1999, a woman gave birth to twin daughters. One with hair as red as blood, her hair, though, was not the most startling thing about her; the child's eyes were an unnatural shade of purple. Overtime the older daughter's hair tamed to an orange, and her eyes a crystal blue. The younger daughter, however, showed no sign of change, her eyes still as violet as ever and hair a deep crimson. 
She was an odd child that scared both her parents. She showed signs that no person let alone a child should show.
The husband upon seeing the behaviour became angered, for he knew this was not his offspring, but another's.
Being so overcome with rage, the husband sought out a "magic man" to get rid of this five-year-old child. He searched long and hard before he finally found a man by the name of Ahab.
Despite everyone's warning the man went to the cottage anyway, and was readily invited in.
He told Ahab his problems and asked for his services at any cost. 
The sorcerer, of course, held the solution. "You are so besieged that you would kill your own child?" The old man inquires. 
"She is not mine. Her eyes and hair don't match. I believe she is the work of the devil." The husband replied. 
Ahab cackled. "The devil's daughter, ay? I can fix this, but for a cost."
"Anything, just get rid of her."The husband pleaded. 
"There are rules you most follow in order to keep her at bay. Listen closely: you must separate the twins by the age of six and never reunited them, or else this little girl you fear will bring all of hell down. Together they are indestructible, but alone she'll cease to cause you trouble." Ahab paused to grab a old leathery book off a shelf. "It only takes one spell." 
"And the cost?" 
The sorcerer smiled. "I want your first born."
"Deal." The man had not planned on having another child so this was no problem.
"BUT, heed my words, if you do not deliver the first born the girl will return and she shall destroy your legacy and the child." He warned, but the other man wasn't listening anymore, he was excited to be rid of the unholy little girl......

Beverly shut the book, glancing down at her eight-year-old brother. "Are you sure this is a bedtime story?" 
Eddie smiled up at her. "P-P-Positive, B-Bevie."