His stepped slowed down as he approached his family's grave.
He was fourteen when a witch came to his house and slaughter everyone in it except him. For some reason she spared him, making him hating her more.
She had killed his family. Wasn't that enough? Why would she spare him? So that he could suffer more with the absence of his only family? The later seems more likely since those black blooded creatures love torture more than anything else, internally or externally.
Black blooded.
Their blood runs deep black like the darkest night. He had seen it with his own eyes. He had seen it when he managed to left a deep wound on her right arms when he tried to defend his family with a kitchen knife.
Maybe that is why he spared her, because that deep wound scratched her pride. Maybe that is why she made he looked at his family slowly die.
Slowly.
She don't give any mercy that night. His family were suffering that last moments of their life.
But a very small part of him were glad it happened. Without that witch's actions, he would never have have the pleasure to hunt the creatures down.
Killing them as vicious as a mortal could.
