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His Past

A/N: Trigger Warning! It gets dark real quick
- Mentioned of Rape, Child Abuse, Depression and Homicide

Poval Jankovič

Transylvania

1874

"Tell me," Poval cross his legs on his desk, talking to his one last vampire, his trump card.

"If I told you I didn't want to join the mafia, would you believe me?" He eyed the vampire before him.

"No."

Poval snorted, "Of course you wouldn't. No one did..."

He looked at the silver ring attached to his chained necklace. The initials were as clear as day, never once faded from the years it was being worn.

• I vow to love you
in this life and the next •

"...not even him. The person who believed in me the most."

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19 years old Poval sat at the corner of his bedroom, bruised and bleeding, as he stared into the eyes of his uncle. He felt disgusted, violated, empty. However, there was nothing he could do.

Aged 5, his mother walked out on his family, leaving his child abusing father and him alone.

Aged 6 to 7, he saw his father coming home drunk every single night, bringing unknown woman he found on the streets.

Aged 8 to 10, it got worse. He was treated as an object by his father to release his anger. At first, it was throwing small objects. It seemed to grow bigger in size as each day passed.

Aged 11, his father came home one night, drunk beyond belief and crying about his mother who had left them. He was called useless and his father ultimately told him that he was the reason his mother left. The drunken fool was simply blind to his own actions.

Aged 12 was when he was molested. He didn't realised it until a year later. His father came home the night of his birthday, drunk as usual. He wasn't aware of what was going on but he remembered shaking in fear when his father started groping him.

Aged 13 was when his own personal hell started. There was not a single day where he wished he had died back when his father was abusing him.

Aged 13 to 15, his father come and go into his bedroom, pleasures himself and walked away. Every day he came to school with a new bruise. Yet, no one questioned him. Nor did he asked for help.

Aged 16 to 17, his father started to use his body for money. The thought of him being violated by men and women alike disgusted him. Every weekend, his father would bring a customer into his room. When he struggled, his father would beat him to be the obedient dog he is.

It wasn't until aged 18 where everyone got bored of Poval. Mainly because his price was set much higher than a prostitute. His father was enraged, of course.

Aged 18 to present 19, he had one loyal customer. One who paid a few hundreds more than what a prostitute would get. One who very much violated him in every way possible.

His very own blood related uncle. A criminal. A pedophile.

It was that one night where his father was out and about enjoying the women and drinks thrown at him. All while Poval was at home, being raped by his uncle.