A very long story in short:
Our family tree is a sheer madness, a chaos, filled with dark stories and fates.
After my father died when he was 25 years old, my near relatives started attacking my mother, and blame her that she was the reason why my father died. Of course, my mother wasn’t an angel, or mother role model, but I knew that she suffered a lot around my father last months, and she did everything to save him.
So, because of our near relatives, the whole city was turned against her, and my grandma support them it, even when she turned her “angelic” face towards us, every time - but she never was an angel.
Our family has to move out from that city, and find an another one because of that much hatred, contempt and lies.
Time has passed, and after long years, my cousin caused lot of harm and loss to us, again. He stole things from us (from my and my little brother - and let me say, I’m a big protector of my little one, I’ve startend working when I was 16 years old just because I wanted to give that financial security - cauz’ my mother was near to lose our whole house) , and started blaming suddenly us again.
“You are a criminal” - he said (he born in a prison, anyway - their whole family stole things and hurt others - there wasn’t a single time when at least one of us wouldn’t sat in prison for at lest months)
“You are a fucking killers” - he said.
“You are a worthless bitch, who destroyed this family” - said he and his mother.
“You took away from us your him (my father)” - they said.
The anger, hatred just filled my whole existence.
I can’t stand lies.
I can’t stand traitors.
They used these words against us, and I knew, that my family isn’t that “dream family”, and broken, but still lives somehow, and I won’t let that these kind of worms to cause more damage.
I wanted a big punishment to them.
I wanted see them suffer, cry. I want them see broken.
…so I take my grandma’s life.
Who was the most important and kind person to this part of our family tree.
She died within 1-2 weeks, on the road, before the passers-by.
I was there at her funeral, and those who cried was not me…
I felt myself raised, I was happy, and everything what I showed towards these monsters wasn’t nothing more, just a lightly smile, to their teary face.
After this happened, they’re all moved in other countries, and their family felt apart.
@PrinceX Yes, I’ve thought about it, me too.
Hm… I usually see Lucifer in my dreams and on the Astral with similar energies. 
( At least His fatherly colors was white, gold, a kind of orange to me. )
@Morgana9 @IrisAthena @Myrddin Thank you All. 
