the cannibal concierge

The weirdest but saddest backstory youll ever read

It all started at the end, though I'd never know what happened in the beginning I thought it was all great and nothing would go wrong after that

The name's George saint of the saint family, my father Ignacio saint built the same hotel you see in front of me 13 story building in Los Angeles California specifically Hollywood, him and my mother Maria saint were very close friends to Robert Victorian the man who owned the hotel 37 miles away from this one

My father told me to never tell anyone that my family were demons, they had to hide their identities behind the invisible ceiling that many thought didn't even exist, robert always looked jealous of my father I didn't really notice it until I became 17 years of age, what did you expect me to know it instantly I was 7 years old you weirdo

Robert was incredibly jealous of my father though me and my siblings never knew why we assumed it was because of the hotel the cannibal concierge was doing really well the exact opposite of how his hotel was doing

My father seemed like a nice person towards robert he usually gave him some money and bailed him out of prison many times however Robert, how do I say this in the nicest way- he was a dick to my dad.
Whenever my father'd help him out with something personal Robert would insult him and sometimes verbally abuse him, yeah we didn't really like rob.
However one night became the biggest mistake that'd be on Robert's hands, while I was in college I was called by my sister marisol, she told me to hurry to the hotel someone was murdered
When I arrived I was more than shocked, there was a sheet above my mother's body and my father went missing my brother Henrique was being put into the police car, "HEY HEY HEY WHAT'S GOING ON WHY ARE YOU PUTTING MY BROTHER IN THAT CAR" I yelled to the police officer "who are you" he asked with a frown on his face " I'M HIS BROTHER, WHY ARE YOU PUTTING HIM IN YOUR CAR!" "George help me! They think I did it!" Henry cried "did what, w-what happened!" "Mr saint,two people upstairs are dead, they have the names of Maria and Ignacio saint we have reason to believe that your so called brother here is the murderer" I stayed silent with a shocked look on my face "c-can I see the bodies"

As I went upstairs I found both of my parents dead with a gunshot through my father's chest and a gunshot in my mother's head, normally they'd turn into demons if they've died but it seems it all happened so quickly, my face turned red from crying I almost showed my demon form if it weren't for me remembering my brother.

"Henrique, wait up!" I yelled before they let him back in that god awful car I started talking in Spanish so they won't know what we were saying "how did this happen where's marisol?!" "I dunno all I remember was dad was being visited by Victorian we were all in the room and then I blacked out next thing I know I had a gun in my hand and marisol was missing and mom and dad were dead" Henrique said as he panicked and cried as the cops pulled him away I yelled in English as I chased after the car "DON'T WORRY HENRY I'LL FIX THIS