TW (take the warnings, seriously): Murder, gang activity, mentions of guns and blood, death
He was only 15. Ves stared at the blood pooling out from under his mother. Then he looked up at the man with the maks and gun. The man had the decency to look regretful, but Ves couldn't, wouldn't, forgive him. "Bastardo." He whispered. Then yelled it again. The man left, not without one last word. "You're mother was a good person. Do not disgrace her memory."He collapsed next to his mother. First his father, then his mother. He had to send his siblings to foster care. He had to go to the gang and beg for sanctuary. Sanctuary he got, but not without a price. He had to make the weapons.
He never did forget the killing of his mother. And so he planned his revenge.
He was 16 when it succeeded. They were gone, but he had no one. And so, Vesper Drakon launched into the world, full of anger and determination.
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