Father was a taker, he stole and would never earn his income in a noble or proper way. Father would earn his money through..murder and conquests of the sorts. I don't mean conquest as in he would conquer lands or steal territory. He would go to homes and plunder valuables and collect great treasures.
Despite this we still lived in squalor, we would live in poverty. If you want to know why it's because he would either gamble or spend the money on liquor. He would however keep some money but barely enough to get by. As I write this down I think about how maybe I should have also stole treasures and money, unlike my boneheaded father I would have saved my plunder and saved it. You see now a days I despise my parents however...my siblings and I were actually quite close. I can recall there names and a few traits about them but...nothing else. I will explain them in a later entry.
My father would teach us many skills and even taught me how I was suppose to hunt. I remember I crafted a wooden sword and would practice with my one older brother Dylan. I believe we both became rivals when it came to mastering the art of sword fighting. If I can recall correctly, Dylan was stronger then me and would typically win our mock battles. However one day, father brought home weapons he managed to plunder. I took interests in two dual handguns.
Dylan never mastered his rifle but I mastered my handguns. We would get empty bottles of fathers liquor and have shooting contests. I would win even if I only used one handgun.
That was the first time my father had ever been proud. When I managed win that shooting contests I felt pride. Pride was something my father would speak about. Like my mother and heaven, pride was what father would speak about.
I have pride now but I don't have hell. I think that maybe I could use the powers of hell to get more powerful. Hopefully soon I will be able to obtain hell.
