Prologue

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As the mother gave one last push, the pitiful cries of the baby filled the room - met back with a shocked silence from the doctors and nurses in the room. They took the newborn child and rushed him out of the room, trying to decrease the level of the confusion and fear that the mother experienced as they informed the father of what was happening

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It had been 10 years since his birth. Robert and Alea had been leaving Max to mostly his own devices for 2 years now, helping him with the tasks that he struggles with, like getting food. This caused his mind to become more mature faster than most children his age. he was usually kept alone in a room for most of the time whenever he was awake, left by his parents most of the time. They had refused to allow him to go to school with other children due to his medical conditions, as they wanted him to stay safe and away from the pointing and stares of other people.

This is because he was affected by a form of Ichthyosis Vulgaris, causing areas of his skin to hold a similar texture to the scales of a snake. He was also affected by albinism, giving him red eyes and snowy white skin and hair. despite how distant his parents were and the occasional blurriness that blocks his vision, Max focuses his time on learning about something that peaks his interest; snakes. His parents noticed this and, in order to keep him quiet, gave him animal encyclopedias and a large notepad for diagrams and information. despite the distanced relationships they kept with him, they still tried their best to keep him happy in their own little way.

His mother, Alea, was extremely skittish around the young boy, though. so skittish, in fact, that she would usually start shrieking if he were to make any sort of physical contact. Of course, she did care for her child, sometimes painting snake-based figurines for him in her own special little way of being kind to him. These figurines were often sculpted bu the young boy's father, Robert, who would oftentimes make them seem quite grotesque, keeping his muse a secret to even his wife.

This is where our story shall begin

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