"When I was born, my parents couldn't or wouldn't keep me so I ended up at an orphanage. It was an ok orphanage run by a church, most of the kids didn't like me much cause of my 'creepy' magic." Ryu made a tiny skeleton out of mana in his hand as Monty took a seat on Meroleona's shoulder.
"So up until I was about three I didn't talk much of anyone, and I was perfectly happy with that, the peaceful silence just messing around with my bone magic. Life was good!
"Until that bitch came along..." Mereoleona could hear Monty's low growl on her shoulder.
"That woman, no, the bitch's name was Beatrice. She was a small-time noble from a few towns over, and didn't give enough of a fuck to remember her last name, Free- something? I don't know. She was the one who adopted me...
You know it's normally times like that where people say it's where their life was turned around, something like 'oh they were such a nice family taking me in' or 'they took good care of me'.
I always find that funny whenever I hear it because I know firsthand what the flip side of that coin is like...
When we first got to the house I was ecstatic seeing the big house and all, but that didn't last.
I think the first sign of what I was in for was when I wasn't led to the front door. Instead, there was a little cellar door on the side of the house. At first, I was wondering why I was going to the cellar.
But I didn't have time to figure that out, cause by the time I figured out what that place really was, I was too busy wishing it was just a cellar...
Well if nothing else I was impressed by their collection of blades, and other toys... "
Ryu said while slowly rolling up his pants and sleeves revealing the dozens upon dozens of scars he got during his stay at hotel hell, as he liked to refer to it. Mereoleona's eyes squinted in loathing at what this twisted world can be like.
"During my time there I figured out a few things...
That those bastard nobles only ever saw me as a toy for them to play with. Weather It be with torture or sex... That was no longer under my control.
There was one girl though, she was about my age, and she was the one they would send to heal me.
Of course, the naïve child that I was I miss took this as kindness... so when she was the one who picked up the knife...
The one who wore my blood...
I realized something.
Sometimes people don't change, they simply show you who, or what they really are."
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Hellfire Lion
FanfictionRyu Vermillion. Adopted brother of the Vermillion family, second eldest son. He may be a little Rough around the edges and may have a bit of a drinking problem but he's going to be one hell of a Magic Knight. This is what happens when a power-dru...
