︶꒦꒷ 𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝔼𝕟𝕕𝕤 𝕠𝕗 𝔸 𝕊𝕥𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘 ꒷꒦︶

//• The Prologue- •//

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The car stopped near an old cemetery, its bright light shimmering through the drops of water that poured down. Its door opened with an abrupt click, and out stepped a man, aged 30-32, dark brown hair with matching brown eyes.

He trundled forward, constantly ruffling his hair, as if he were going on a date, and his hair kept failing him. Now, it would've been a normal thing, if it weren't the middle of the night, or...if he hadn't stopped in front of a cemetery.

He walked up to its gate, peering through to at least get a glance of the grave he'd come there for, but in that darkness and the deafening roars of thunder, it was all to no avail.

He leaned against the gate, pressing his head on the metal as hard as he could, as if it would break if he pushed a little harder, but the only movement it showed was a violent shake due to the howling wind around.

He punched on it, grunting as stinging pain made him clench his hand, but it didn't matter, the pain of his family was much worse than just a hand. He let out a growl, using the same hand to bang on the gate violently until his knuckles went numb with the pain and the fresh, warm blood that slowly trickled from them. Amusement filled his eyes as he stared at the blood as it slowly oozed out, coating his whole hand in crimson, though the rain soon washed it away.

"Ah, Henry." He clenched his hand at the name. "Why did I ever agree to this!!?"

He bit his bleeding hand, not letting a single tear flow from his eyes as his teeth nearly sliced into the wound.

"Why did I give you the responsibility!!!?" He mumbled, breaking the contact between his teeth and hand, watching as more blood oozed out and got washed away by the rainwater.

"I'll wipe you away just like your creation wiped my family away!"

He glanced back to the cemetery gate with a sigh, holding back a smile as he spoke, "I'll take their revenge, darling. I promise."

With that, he slowly walked towards his car, giving one final glance to the cemetery, before opening the door and stepping inside the car, driving away.

Vengeance, was all that he wanted now, and he knew just how to have it.

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*gasp* This was actually fun to write-