On the outskirts of London there is a mansion and in this mansion there lives a girl. A girl with curls of ash blonde, eyes of emerald and skin as white as snow. There are tales of this beautiful mistress; that one kiss from her rouge lips will cast death upon her love, that she welcomes death at her dining table, that she eats the flesh of children to claim their souls and amongst these many others. The most heard of tale of them all, however, is that this deranged and sickened mistress sold her very soul to the Devil. For what she received in return nobody knows. Forever in the company of Death himself she shall remain until he claims her accursed life.