Long, long ago, a ghost was created by the Devil. The ghost, with it's dark, sunken eyes and sharp teeth, went around the villages to scare them away. The ghost made a horrible, high-pitched wailing sound that made human ears bleed. The ghost was named Despair.
It could possess a living soul, making a mortal fill with such sadness and hollowness that they were eventually driven towards Death. They became the victims of the Devil.
One at a time, the ghost lead more and more people into his grasp, when the Devil was struck with a thought.
"Why can't I split the ghost up, so many people can have Despair at multiple times?"
So, the Devil used his soul knife to split Despair into as many pieces as he wanted. He made a machine that kept slicing Despair, so soon, the Earth would be filled with humans suffering despair, and become extinct.
Nowdays, Despair is still among us, creeping up to the next victim. And the Devil is creating more and more Despairs. Half of the victims will go to Heaven, other half will be in the grasp of the Devil's fingertips.
Has Despair claimed you yet?