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History Lesson

~Tharn's POV~

I was born in 1885, the third son, to a criminal man and a looney woman. I had 2 older brothers, 1 uncle, and 2 aunts.

I killed 5 of those 8 people, one being a mercy kill but still a kill.

I hated my parents. My father was a criminal, but he was still a businessman. Saw potential in everything to make quick cash.

Including my mother. When I was young, I didn't quite understand what was happening, but I soon figured it out.

My father's friends liked unconscious and vulnerable women.

Especially pretty ones like my mother.

So he pimped her out. He'd drug her dinner, feign helping her into bed and then accept money from his friends and let them in the room.

Every night without fail for $20.

However, that measly $20 at the time is now equivalent to almost $700 give or take. Inflation prices certainly change ones perspective when you've been doing business for a long time.

Eventually, when his friends were starting to go broke, he moved on to other clients.

Keeping her doped up every night certainly had its toll on her mind.

She started forgetting things, sleeping more, and started saying even stranger things than usual. She would zone out for long periods of time, and sleepwalking was one of the creepier side effects.

Imagine being 7 and waking up to your mother standing over you in her pajamas with blank eyes.

Very creepy.

Then, the issues with my brothers.

Those assholes were such a waste of resources. The eldest was fucking crazy but a genius when it came to arson.

It was fun watching him destroy things and even light father's coat on fire at a party.

But when his anger turned to our other brother, it was explosive. I will admit my eldest brother had a soft spot for me, but the other was pure hatred.

See, the other brother did something, not even I would do. My eldest brother was 10 years my senior. By the time I was 8, he was married and had a kid on the way.

I barely remember his wife, but she was decent, and I know my brother loved her dearly. She was the calming ingredient in his raging mind.

The other one, he was 15 when my brother was 18 and hated everything about him. He always seemed envious of my brother. Nothing would ever fix their fights.

No words could calm them.

No hits from my father's belt deterred them.

Not even my mother's tears halted their fists.

So when my brother found his wife assaulted, her stomach cut open, and his child mutilated in his own bed, hell was let loose.

I watched my brother bring him by the hair into the yard. He didn't tell anybody what happened when he ripped him from his bed and into the yard.

I followed behind, curious about what they were fighting about now. So I sat on the porch steps and watched my brother just start raining punches at the other's face.

Once he decided he had enough of punching him, he pulled out his knife and sliced his face, ear to ear, and left his mouth dangling and profusely spilling blood.

My brother removed all of the other's clothes and worked on carving out words into his flesh.

Branding his skin with his sin.

I remember the ground was filthy, sticky, and wet with blood and pieces of loose skin. It was so fascinating seeing the inside of someone's face like that. To see what physical torture did to someone.

My brother castrated him and shoved the flesh into the slack mouth, stabbing his knife through it and into his skull to keep it in place.

I also remember the chaos and panic in the town the following morning. My brother hung him up on a stake at the center of town, broadcasting the words 'murderer' carved into his skin.

My brother tucked me into bed when he came back and sat down on my bed all bloody and tired.

"Sorry kid, you didn't get to become an uncle." He mumbled to me.

I stayed silent for him, wanting to let him get rid of his burden.

"You were right, ya know. The baby...my baby, she was a girl. I owe you 5 bucks."

I was happy at the time, 5 bucks was a fortune to me. Now it's nothing.

"I have to take care of a few things, kid. I'll probably be busy for a while. I'll come get you when I'm done."

He said something else to me, but I can't remember what it was.

He left me alone early that morning, and I didn't see him again for a long time. It's because he left me alone that I had to deal with the meltdown that became that 'family'.

I shot my mother in the head to free her from the jail inside her own head and to spare her from finally reaching her breaking point.

I set the building where my aunts frequently went for tea on fire. They did nothing at all, just drinking and laughing within party circles while they ignored every problem.

I cut off my father's hands and removed his eyes before shooting him.

And I saved my uncle for last. I copied my brother a bit for that kill. I castrated him and shoved his filthy penis into his mouth before I cut throat to bleed him like the pig he was.

That's when the name Tharn Kirigun was erased. I ran away and disappeared to build my own legacy and reached greater heights than anyone in that family could ever hope to achieve in their pathetic lives.

I've lied plenty of times in my life, but I never lie about being a bad man. I am a monster, and I will tell the truth about that.

But I lied to my precious kitty a while ago.

I actually gave the serum to 3 people before him.

I gave my brother a bit of my serum, just enough to help him slow down his aging. I hoped to let him find someone else to be the calm in his mind and flush out the excess serum to let him live a happier life.

That was my one and only mistake.

I put my trust in myself now. I let him turn me back into that 10 year old child that respected him, and then he dared to threaten my life.

He believes himself to be a righteous and good man now. That I'm an evil stain on this earth that deserves to be brought to my knees.

I am not a good man, but he isn't either. I live my life how I wish, and I will not give it up. All the time and effort I've put into everything will not be washed away by him.

I gave him extra time, but now it's borrowed, and I have to collect my dues soon.

All of my kitties are about to have a new toy.

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That's just a bit of Tharn's history👀

Cya in the next chapter lovelies bye-bye 💜💜💜