Thunder roles across my land, as I sit in the blood of my victims. I look up to the sky as it began to rain. I love the rain and the walks I use to take in them. The year is 907 CE. My life was hard from the start my mother got depression after she gave birth to me. As I grew older, it got worse and I had to take over the responsibilities more and more. Who knew it was more than I was ready for. And when I turned eighteen I made a silent vow to save my families souls. When my families passed away there souls have to be accepted into the golden gates; and for my soul to be forever damned to the fire pits of Hell. And I was okay with it, I had made peace with my demons and was willing to take there's from them. In order for them to be happy that's all I wanted. Little did I know it was going to be a curse. When my little sister was murdered by her lover, she was the last of my family. War took my father and older brother from me. And my mother was killed in a mugging which I think she asked for because of her depression. I mean why would she walk around at night in a dark alleyway. But my little sister she was all I had left, and she was so young. She was killed at eighteen years old, I'm twenty one now. And when I caught word that she was killed and it was him that did it, I snapped and lost my mind. I sought him out to take what he took from me, a life for a life. I rode my Clydesdale Rin, to the next town over. That's where he was hiding like the coward filth he was. When I arrived at a run down little shake that he was hiding in, I kicked down the door and walked to his room. I punched him in the face knocking him out temporarily. I then dragged him to a chair and tied him up. I smacked his face a little to help him regain consciousness. Taking a piece of fabric, I tie it around his mouth so his screams can't be heard by anyone except me. He started to blink telling me he was conscious again. I walk outside to Rin and retrieve my foot long blade and return to this assholes side. Taking my blade I cut as many cuts as I can on his body without killing him. There was no way I was going to let him die peacefully he was going to beg for it. His whines for help that never came are the sweetest sounds I have ever heard in my life. After I was finished with the smaller cuts I started to make bigger ones in main arteries. Then I got a chair, sat down and watches the blood slowly leave his body. Slowly the light started to leave his eyes and he became very still. I knew then he was dead and boy did I feel amazing. There was blood dripping all over me, I was covered in it. In my eyes, mouth, everywhere. Then the guards walked in to arrest the lowlife that was once a person, to find me standing there relishing in his death. There were disgusted to see my handy work just standing there in the middle of the room. They arrested me instead that day, I didn't fight it. I went willingly thought they didn't touch me in fear of catching the disease they thought I might have that would be the cause of this. But there was no disease just hated for that lowlife waste of space that was my sisters lover. I was put on trial for murder, and obviously I was found guilty.
