" hmm"
"You want to know my past?" Draco smirked he looked up at you
" fine, tell anyone and I'll kill you in under a second"
-Dracos past-
As a child my parents died I don't know what they looked like I just know they didn't care for me I had a sister I think, she could have been a maid but she died in the accident there was a earthquake I suppose I should have explained that first, the earthquake killed my parents all I know about my mom is her red eyes, I think they where red she was crushed
: Draco smiles :
I saw the life leave her eyes I didn't know what was happening so I didn't care my dad left me there, they neglected me I suppose. Anyway I was told I was found about a week later and I went to a orphanage the place was rather, dull and run by those Catholic nuns, strict ones at that. My first clear memories where at the orphanage I was about 3 at the time and the nuns called me the devil or a demon I don't t
Know why they called me that but I have a good idea why they did, sister Mary k was the worse I remember
: Draco shudders a little :
She tried to exercise demons out of me when I was 4 she would try to "beat" the demon out of me accompanied by sister Ann the only nun I liked there was sister konnie she was actually nice to me until I was 5 and she began to "abuse" me like the other nuns they would beat me bloody and whould dig salt into the cuts I had to drive what ever demon was in me, little did they know was that I am a demon, they gave me lessons about "God" and such I hated it frankly I would love to kill them again, but. I learned was the phrase "666" ment, meaning the mark of the beast or that the devil was in me or a demon I found it interesting with my morbid curiosity I delt with the usual abuse until I was 7 sister Mary k was angry at me, at my young age being as innocent I was I picked roses from her garden to make her feel better, when I have them to her she yelled at me and drove garden shears into my hand they where plunged right through the other side.... My hand was litteraly stuck to the table where the blade stopped
: Draco had a look of strange insanity smiling:
I hate to admit, I cried like the little shit I was at the time I was 7 I didn't cry cry, but tears where flowing down my cheeks and I screamed for forgiveness and petty before she pulled it out of my hand and she told me once I apologized she would give me medical attention, I said sorry she said she didn't believe me I was in bed for 3 months fighting death from the infection and gaping hole in my hand. Everyday I thought was my last before they realized if I died they would go to jail and I somehow lived, later on I carved three sixes into my collar bone as deep as I could with the crappy pocket knife, after the garden shears incident I lost faith in humanity, never say sorry, never give mercy, I also learned that if you don't kill them, they'll kill you, and a few more lessons I figured out I could manipulate blood after I accidentally killed a few kids there when I was 9 I saw the life leave their little eyes, they had it coming they tried to push me off the swing set. They pulled me over to forested area in the play ground where the tried to shove my face in poison ivy before hitting me with sticks, I was bloody from the stick beating and I got angry when they picked me up by the hair on my head and began to push my head toward the poison ivy I killed them in a matter of seconds when I realized it, the blood on my made the shape of a blade on my forearm I stared at interested, maybe I forgot to mention but when the nuns saw the sixes on my collar bone I got the beating of my life. I should thank them I think sometimes, I rather enjoy pain to a extent now, it's shows I'm alive somehow and the sting it leaves is rather amusing. Anyway I threw the bodies in the forest not knowing what to do before I realized it, the whole town was against me they hated me they deserved hell.
: Draco has a large grin on his face staring at you:
I killed the whole village at 9 I let sister Mary k bleed out as she gave me the worst pain, I was on the run until I was 13 I went to a jail called deadman wonderland where I earned the name bloodraven nobody liked me even there they where scared of me, I so t blame them I was harsh in all of their deaths I let my anger on them like little moving toys, I enjoy watching their eyes grow dull in death I usually just string out their death before ending it, I was in deadman wonder land until I escaped at 15 by the time I was 16 my warrent was dropped and I was a free man after deadman wonderland was closed down. I met this girl kasna I liked frankly that's the closest thing to live I will ever feel until I accidentally killed her at 18 I felt horrible I will never forgive myself, later I took the Hunter exams, I met someone my the name of hisoka the exams where very easy until I met him. He was overwhelmingly strong I was very strong to I would say I was 2 or 3 strongest there he beat the shit out of me and I vowed I would kill him someday I enjoy a good battle indeed I also met up with this group called the dragon, it's not as fun as I thought I only made money off of killing but that works
" hey are you scared or do you want to hear more" Draco asked cocking his neck seeming so innocent
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