In this world, it is Consume...or Be Starved and Consumed (Axetale Aliza x OC)

Falling

"(Yaaawwn)"

A male woke up from his bed, as he than looked around the room that he is living in. The house is...a little bit broken down. It does not look very good at all. He rubbed his head, as he then spoken out to himself.

"Heh. Same old same old."

He spoke out, as he then stood up from the ground, and began to walk around for a little bit, as he looked himself in a mirror, to see what he looks like right now.

This man has black hair with red eyes, which are glowing for some reason. He has a petite, feminine looking body, and has a very pretty face. So much that he can be mistaken for a female. And his hair, for a very odd reason, on the sides of his head, the ears have a strong resemblance to ears of a goat, with the hair being shoulder length, possibly more, as the hair reached down in the middle of his back.

This is Samael. He is a 15 year old teenager that lives in a broken down house. Of course...this is just a house that he is simply using now. In the past, he once had a loving family with him. There was his parents, and they are the one thing that made him truly happy. He would always play game with them, he wound always smile with them, when they read bed time stories, they would go to places that would be of great interest, Samael smiled, as he cannot help by feel extremely adored to his family, as he smiled for them. And it was as though his life could not be anymore better.

But Samael, he learned the hard way that life...can sometimes be ripped away from him, and it would be in a way that he would not expect. One faithful and tragic day, while at night, he and his family had been attacked at night. There were men that had tried to take his father and mother, and tried to do whether it is that is not good. And the worst part of, Samael was here with them, he was present with his parents for when the attack suddenly happened.

The bad people tried to attack him and his parents, and they had weapons such as knives and a baseball bat, all to knock them unconscious, or to hurt them to the point in that they would not move and they would be dragged with them. But the parents were not going down without a fight, and they tried to force them back. But the men were too persistent, and they even tried to threaten Samael, their son. But the problem is...the men that had held Samael by the throat had his hand he caught on fire for some reason. And when that happened fire began to generate around the house and consumed everyone in there. Even the parents, and they burned right in front of them.

Samael could never forget it. He could never forget the cries and screams of pure anguish of the bad men and his parents when the got burned alive. The parents made it out alive, but not for long. And the house...in its entirely, got consumed by the flames, as the men tried to escape, and it was all for nothing. All of the men...died in there. And oddly...in spite of being consumed by the flames, even though he was in the center of it all...he was fine, and even more strange...was that he felt stronger than he did before. And all of this happened with he was only a 6 year old.

The screams of his parents, and the men...is carved into his very soul. He can never forget it, no matter how hard he had tried to force it to the back of his mind, it still keeps on coming out. And even right now, to this very day and night, at this very minute, the screams of pure burning agony can still be heard within his mind, and there is not way for him to take it back. And he can never forget what he had seen from the burns, the red- cooking pieces of flesh that have burned and scarred the men so badly. It is nearly impossible to forget them, even if he had tried to. Red, cook, it smelled...horrendous, as the organs within their burned badly by the deadly flames that looked as though they had been summoned for the burning depths of hell itself

Samael kept on looking at the mirror that is before him, as he observed his own face. He touched it and rubbed it to see if it is still okay, and saw that there are no injuries our wounds that are present all over him. He always thinks that he might have burn marks all over him, and tries to make sure that he is still fine.