The spectre shadows of the past

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My parents were cruel people that ruled with fear and oppression I was born the eldest son of the king and queen of darkness I was born weak and fragile Violence appalled me my parents used to continually flaunt my inability and uselessness since I had no magical ability that was until 13 it was a Friday I know right just my bad luck when I was outside playing with pet rabbit Houdini in the castle courtyard hiding under shade of a tree I used to swing off as I was sweetly petting Houdini I closed my eyes in contention then before my eyes my adorable pet rabbit began to burst into flames as I screamed and began to crawl backwards still looking at the horrible site but the rabbit just stayed their looking at me turning its head and drooping it's ears like it wanted to be petted as I then crawled on easily and Began to Pet it I felt no pain no regret it was still my old pet just in a new form and unluckily for me my parents were standing behind the walls of the courtyard as the saw me do the deed

They had discovered I could manipulate the particles of any thing I touched whether be organic or non-organic from that day on they had to meet create gold the kingdom of darkness to pull them out of their increasing debt and bankruptcy They also had me make food as well as weapons and about anything else the kingdom needed every time I fail to comply with one of the orders they would beat me to death also thanks to my unique magical ability my body wouldn't allow me to die if you kept taking in the particles in the air or the ground started repairing my body with them I was trapped in a nightmare of unending death I could've easily fought back if I wanted to but I was a pacifist and hated violence until one day father had been struck with cancer my mother ordered me to heal him so I walked into his room and began to heal him however since I wasn't used to manipulating particles of organic life it backfired and cancer spread faster and I saw my very own father wither away and die instantly  I don't know if it was because of years of anger building up or if it was just a mistake but something in me that date cracked it was like a string had been broken and I was set free

My mother found out and began to beat me to death as she constantly called me a good for nothing mistake The anger yet again began to build up and boiled throughout the years of the constant abuse as I lept up battered and bruised as I turned my mother to dust after that I easily broke out of prison and went on a 30 day killing spree for 30 days and 30 nights until my brother banished me from the kingdom and stripped me of my name I continued to kill people but it didn't feel the same it felt wrong I felt a little voice in my head screaming in agony and pain it's screeching echoed out through my head rupturing my ear drums as the Demon king Beelzebub found me I can still remember that fateful day as a portal of blue flames opened up and he reached out his hand he offered to take away my conscience. In return for becoming one of his elite warriors saying that was the thing prohibiting my true nature I had no one else and the Demons words were the wisest I had heard in a long time so I took him up on his offer

As my conscious was removed I felt like the shackles of my body had been broken like I was truly free to be who I am so I continued to kill and taking the soles of my enemy the only thing giving me true contention the only thing that I have ever known and soothe The rabid beast inside me is my Fedora and that old carousel I don't know why the carousel brings me such joy but the fedora Itvwas gifted to me by my grandpa years ago when he placed it on my head and said whenever you're feeling angry sad lonely or anything else put this on your head to calm you down those were the wisest words my grandfather ever said to me before he passed away

And you see that is why I am the way I am it's a cruel inconvenience of fate some people are born lucky to have everything handed them power wealth good looks it's all defined by your first breath but the others who is Stuck playing with the shorthand they are the unlucky ones and that is why I will dedicate my world to bringing the weirdos of this world into the light and freeing them from suppression now you know my tail Chronos the timer magic user the spectre monologued to them

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