Silum

TRIGGER WARNING BEFORE READING: I've labelled this story 'Mature' for a reason. There are graphic descriptions of violence and outright abuse, and mentions of rape, further abuse, and self-harm, among other dark things.

Prologue
There is no better feeling than pulling a blade out of a cold, dying body. Seeing the dark, almost black blood stream, while the poor, forsaken soul begs for their pitiful existence to continue. And it feels so good to deny them that. To rear back one last time and drive your weapon through their once beating heart. To know that every life you take, you've saved countless others from the clutches of death herself.

“Do you know what it feels like to lose the most important person in your life?”

“I do.”

“Would you do anything to get them back?”

“I will.”

“Would you hunt a thousand evils, slay a thousand horrors and face a thousand terrors, just to see them once more?”

“I am.”

This is a story.
A story of a girl named Rebecca Twain.
The story of her fate.
Of her journey.
And of her revenge.