ʀᴇᴠᴇɴᴀɴᴛ • ᴄᴀʀʟɪꜱʟᴇ ᴄᴜʟʟᴇɴ

"𝘿𝙤 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙖𝙨𝙠 𝙢𝙚 𝙖𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚. 𝙄 𝙘𝙖𝙣𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙨𝙥𝙚𝙖𝙠 𝙤𝙛 𝙥𝙖𝙞𝙣 𝙨𝙤 𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙞𝙡𝙮."

Malakai is a man made out of spilled blood, of buried bodies and the need to correct the wrongs done to him. He is an animal with sharp teeth, ready to do what is needed.

But he wasn't always.

Once he was a frightened boy who had a family. He had happiness. He used to have power in his blood that wasn't supposed to be used for this type of violence. His kind draw power from death- they did not add to it.

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In other words, Malakai has been taking steps into unknown territory for years now- the lines he promises never to cross seem blurred. Anger has paved into endless wrath. To get to the goal has turned into by any means possible.

Sometimes, to kill a monster, you have to become worse than it.

Or In which it is Carlisle Cullens nature to save people, even from themselves.