There was a new settlement, a new beginning, the brimstone family were hard at work, growing farms and herding sheep. They weren't the most fortunate and it seemed wherever they moved it had bad luck that came with it, this time, things seemed to be looking up; a young Arron Brimstone was tilling the feilds with his father when a a large group of people started coming to their small town from over the hill. Arron's father told him to go grab his sister and mother and hide in the basement. So he did, grabbing his mother and 1 winter old sister, Arron waited and waited, then kept waiting till his mother decided that she would go out to check on his father, and once again Arron was told to wait, so he did, for what seemed to be a whole day. When he finally grew tiresome of waiting he left the basement to see the outside. There he found horrific sights, it seemed a group of cannibals ran through the village, and in front of him was his mother being eaten by one; with a cloth covering her mouth and a knife in her throat, most muscle missing from her limbs and body parts it was a disgusting site. He looked to his left then to his right and in a rage and fear for his life he took the nearest kitchen knife and attacked the cannibal, copping what he saw he took his hand to cover the freaks mouth and slit his throat as if it were nothing. All he could see was red, he wanted to scream but knew he had to keep himself and his sister safe. He knew there had to be more around, taking a peak he looked outside trying to be as quiet as a mouse. When he looked there staring right back at him was another face covered in blood, it was another cannibal, as they grinned they lifted up Arron's Father's head. Out of fear Arron dropped and backed away holding the knife. As the cannibal slowly approached, holding its hands up with the head in one, waving as if it didn't mean any harm. It spoke in a strange language, one that seemed foul and sinister. Arron not understanding replied in the only one he knew, not knowing what to do, locked in a gaze he heard his little sister start to cry. A quick look came from the cannibal staring straight at the basement door. Thinking of only the horrors that may happen Arron leaped into action, attacking the cannibal, as it let out a terrifying scream then gurgles of blood filling its throat as Arron continued to stab and stab and stab. He knew the others were alerted, though he didnt know what to do, he could be safe on his own and not have to worry, however he couldn't leave his sister behind. He rushed Down to the basement, picking up his sister then rushing back up he found 3 more cannibals staring back at him. Two seemed to look the same as the other one with slight facial features being different, and then the one between them with a sinister grin, symbols covering its body of black claw marks and symbols of a cat like paw covered in blood. Lifting up a bear paw the tatted one spoke more of this strange language as Arron suddenly fell asleep, unknown it of what had happened. As he awoke he felt heat and he felt cold, feeling tired down to whatever stone table he was on he could only pray to the Gods to save him. As he looked around he saw fires and blood, blood everywhere and the cannibals doing a strange ritual around a small dead body, however the closer he looked the more he became horrified, he had saw the dead corpse of his baby sister. Filled with rage he started cursing, curing the cannibals, cursing the Gods, his family had finally found a placer they could live without natural disasters. Then again what is man,what is sentience but a disater waiting to happen. He cried and begged for anyone or anything to give him the power to take revenge, so a dark voice spoke to him, a different language than the cannibals but one he could understand without knowing why. There staring at him in his mind was a demon, one promising the power for revenge,all that it would cost is his body. And Arron happily agreed, filled with rage and power Arron destroyed the cannibal tribe, burning everything her out,however whenever he got to see his own reflection after doing the deed, all that stared back at him was the demon in his mind, all he could see was the hate the anger and the grief naturally setting on his face, left with power but cursed with the memory
