Malachi Merlock

Chapter 1

Hello readers I am Malachi Merlock, yes alliteration, moving on, I am stuck in an endless void of nothing but my regret and despair to look upon, I was created for war and death, but I am regretting my very existence, I have destroyed everything, and I am alone here, so I am making this to tell you how I got from the point A to point C, I guess you're wondering about point B, well that's an orgy, I'll get to that later on in the story.

Hopefully this will reach my alternate self and keep him or her from destroying everything like I did, I'd come and make sure they don't do it myself, but I am so tired I just want to drift here and reflect upon my own mistakes for eternity.

It all began as a normal day, well not really it began 500 years prior. But with where I am I guess time and space don't really apply, do they, well in your standards it began 500 years prior, I was a simple royal slave, for the prince, I resented every moment, but I'd remind myself I am doing to protect my wrongly convicted father in the dungeon from death, I'd sneak him food every day, cause I knew nobody else was. Now I actually wish I hadn't done any of it for that no good loser.

Since to understand the story I have to tell you how I became what I am, I'll feed you baby birds.

I had awoken at the crack of dawn that morning, got breakfast ready for my master, I was wearing my formal wear since I always had to, but despite their demands I refused to wear the shoes, I later founded out, it's because I have an instinct need to feel closer to the earth. So there I am, a giant African in formal clothes with no shoes going to serve my master, (the asshat), breakfast, when my father comes walking dramatically down the hall, his hands ablaze with a strange yellow gas-like thing that was also in his eyes and he looked menacing, like he was about to chop off my head because I was looking at him wrong, but then he saw me, and started to run and all the other servants were terrified, and I knew there was nothing holding me here now, but the assbutt didn't even say 'thank you', I was going to make him pay for leaving me here and wasting my time.

So I escaped, to find power because despite my limited knowledge I was aware that I could not beat him with what I had, what I'm saying is common sense.

I escaped that night looking for someone to give me strength, and kick that little shit's ass for wasting my youth, all of it.