My Brothers' Sword

My father was a madman and a murderer. That's what people say. He was the cruelest man to ever walk the earth. It didn't matter who stood in front of him-if he wanted someone dead, they met the most horrible fate. Women, the elderly, children-no one could escape his sword. Yes, a sword!

Even in the 21st century, my father used a sword to kill anyone and everyone he wanted to. He even killed our mothers. Yes, mothers. Mine and all my stepbrothers' birth mothers. Why?

Because he didn't want us to have any weaknesses from childhood.

I was his last child. After I was born, both he and my mother vanished. No one has seen them since, and no one knows where they are. It's as if his existence was a myth. Like he never existed.

But he left behind his sword, the only proof that he did exist.

And now, I am the new owner of that sword. The sword that is slowly turning me into a devil just like him.

I am Vrinda, his daughter, his only daughter. And my brother's Sword!