Crispin

Crispin
No one knows he I am. Or who I was. For the past 300 years, I have lived. For 300 years, I have not been know to anyone. Never will be. People have known me or have seen my face are now dead. How have I been alive for the past 300 years you might ask? I was sent to my death after be accused of murder and sorcery. And so I was to be burned at the stake. After being burned to the stake with my last breath of deathly screams, I murmured to myself, "i'm gonna kill you all."
 * The devil seemed to favor my decision. I hunted down those of who made the decision to burn me for my crimes. And on the last one, the priest that raised his cross and burned me by the power of god, he asked me, "who are you?" And so he was answered, "I was burned at the stake by your hand for my crimes, you may call me Crispin." (For admins: unfinished, I will resume later.)