She was so hollow, that her very own child would not make her happy, it had to be a god, someone special, that who she needed to concibe. No mortal could make up for the hate she felt for herself, so if she could create a superior being, the Earth would be pleased with her prescence. Her boy, named Isaiah, felt this pressure, as when he died, a note could be read next to his body ''I searched and searched for that special thing inside of me, I searched and searched til I broke myself, and yet, i found nothing.''