The Storyteller

Chaos

I was never treated as a creature with life but life as just a creature. Humans never did accept anything other then themselves as a living being. It was always if your not human, then your just a sad, sinful body with a black dark soul. So as you could already guess I'm not a human. And I'm rather glad I'm not.

I was born as a monster with no place in life.

The only human I cared about and the only person who kept me away from insanity, was my mother. She was the only human who cared about me. I remember when I was beaten as a child everyday by all the other villagers my mother would come running and screaming at them to stop. Then, they would beat her, they beat her so hard that she could no longer stand. We were in for the worst. My mother resorted to selling herself. When she was pregnant, the villagers beat her again saying how they didn't need another monster in the village. My mother had gone to a better place with my little sister. There was no trial, but there shouldn't have been because no one cares about a woman who gave birth to a monster.

Having a trial didn't matter either way I would never forgive them. And the justice I committed to these murderers would surely open a spot for me in hell with them.

The cries, screams, and pain that I created was nothing near to my amount of anger, grief, and insanity. I wiped out the village and burned their corpses as I gave a proper burial for my mother and my dear little sister.

I left that town, but I was never the same.

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The corner of the bar was dark and secluded perfect for someone like me to sit.

"I got thisss mine" the drunkard barely made out the words as he stabbed the wanted poster with his small knife. Everyone around bursted laughing.

He turned to the people who laughed at him, showing his bright, round tomato face. " what? You don't think I can do it?! Ill show y'all !!"

The drunkards friend tried talking some sense into his friend and I couldn't help but grin.

"no one ever goes after that ...thing its impossible to slay that demon" the dumb drunkards friend whispered .

This town was beginning to bore me out, but I did like how everyone cowered in fear at the subject of "the mysterious , murderous demon". I made sure to keep that title. Tomato man saw me grinning and decided to challenge me.

Tonight was going to be fun.

This was my third town and I was now becoming a traveler, moving from place to place. The next town, however made me want to stay.

I'm not sure why I wanted to stay, perhaps it was the way this village had a type of aura I had never felt before. Either way, no aura would stop me from terrorizing the village.That was when I met him

He had very little hair, that old man. He leaned on his cane to keep steady. He was pale and was wearing old fashioned clothes that looked like rags. First glance and you would think him a beggar. It's was his voice, though, that made you think differently.His voice was confident, strong, and yet gentle. That was when I realized that he wasn't human. Amazing what a few words could do to make you see things completely differently.

"Stop" the man had said, I remembered it all too clearly I was younger at the time and I simply laughed, but stopped abruptly after seeing his stern face. What surprised me even more was that I had taken a step back. Now why in the world would I be scared of an old man?!

Shaking off my weird feeling I charged. Morphing my hands into claws and giving myself a horn, I charged like a bull. He swiped his cane aside and morphed into exactly what I was, and he charged.

Yes!!! Finally moving on!!! :D :D ~~~~~
If u want me to continue plz tell me DX
Still my first time •-•