The Monster I Am

A morbid story about a young demon who was born a runt. you will learn of his abuse and his rise from being a run trapped in a cellar to the great demon prince he was born to be.

During the days of old, when man was still new to the world and ignorance ran rampant through the lands. Lucifer had come down with a proposition for mankind. He came offering his blood, boasting that just one sip would give them everything they could wish for.

        “Take a sip of my blood and you will be granted strength, wisdom, and eternal life. Anything you have longed for and dreamed of! God has damned you all to this cursed place, but with my blood, you could be a god yourself! The only thing I ask for in return, is your soul.  With the immense amount of power I shall be blessing you with, you shan’t even need it.”

            The children of man were conflicted at this moment, they did not know whether to trust Lucifer for his word or not. Whilst most backed down not wanting to bring the wrath of god upon them, a few power hungry souls walked over to Lucifer and bowed down.

               Lucifer cut his wrist and drained the blood into each of the mouths of his new followers. Slowly, they started to become twisted. Over taken by immense pain, they began squirming on the floor in horrendous agony as their body started to tear itself apart and start anew.

                  The ones who refused to drink were forced to watch in horror as their fellow brother and sisters were turning into devilish creature’s right before their eyes.

                   Their nails turned into claws, their teeth to fangs, their very bone structure was starting twist and bend into a horrible sight.  Their screaming became howls; their eyes, turn but a yellow and lifeless hue.

                     What they once were now completely gone, nothing but lifeless husks based on animistic instinct. Once the transformation was complete, they began to rise, lifting their noses to he sky. They could smell the blood of man wafting through the air.

                      Slowly they lowered their heads down to stare at the crowd who looked at them with awe. In a matter of seconds, the creatures attacked, brutally tearing each and everyone of their brothers and sister apart and draining them of every ounce of blood.

                         Lucifer, pleased with his creation, gathered them up and dragged them all back to the depths of hell, were he then began to create an army.

                        This is how the old lore goes vested deep in the books of yore from the birth of our creation. though we have evolved much, we are still the savages we have always been, festering in the rot of hell chewing on whatever bones the high demons ever wish to throw at us.

                          Life was rough in the pits, even for hell standards. Being the race so closely related to humans, which were merited as the children of god. We never were given much respect. We were banished from the high gates and plundered into the pits were all lesser demons roamed. So far we had fallen from our glory days. First to be called into battle, and leaders of his hellish army against the prime-arch's of heaven. 

                           Little did we know, what was left of our humanity did not allow us to touch the light. we were left useless in the war against the prime-arch's, and so, were left useless to Lucifer as well. 

                            Angry with his error, he began slaughtering our kind in the hundreds, for bloodlust was the only thing that could ever quench his rage. After filling his appetite, he banished those who had survived, and sought out new creations. 

                             For ages we had watched in the shadows as more and more twisted beasts had formed to take our place. Struggling to survive, we began to create a civilization of our own. We dubbed one high king, one to rule all, for one day, he and his kin may be just what they need to take back their rightful spot among the gates.

                              So now, it comes to my story. I am a prince, prince of all the kaiyo-bairo's. Which translates from our language as the corrupted ones. My father, king Maizdune, was a cruel man, and my brother, He never loved me. He never believed me his brother due to being born from a different mother.

                            My father, he never loved me either, due to being a runt. Small and weak, I required more care then my older brother. My mother had hoped I would grow out of it, but i didn't, I was always a runt. Forced to work harder for things people achieved with ease. 

                             At the age of 13, my father had grown weary with me. He was angry, and above all else, he was embarrassed to have conceived a runt, which in my kind, were killed off at birth, for they had no useful skill to offer. He locked me away inside the castle cellar, there, he took out all his rage and aggression from his rule upon me, day by day. I was no longer a prince, I was nothing more then a tool to absorb the anger and hatred my father came to bear upon me. 

                            I tried to make the best of it, tried to see the bright side of things, that I unlike most runts, were useful for something, and at least I had one friend. My mother still cared for me. once my father was done with the daily beatings, my mother would be the one to come in and offer food. 

                           While she was never what some would consider very compassionate about the job she was given. She'd never say anything cruel, unlike my brother who, like my father would only come down to beat and ridicule me.

                             After the years went by and my mother was unable to bear my father a new child, he caught her one day while she was giving me my daily substance. 

                             He was extra riled up this day, he grabbed my mom from behind, then looked at me. He told me that everything he is about to do today is all my fault. He grabbed his dagger from his bottom left pocket, and hovered it by my mothers neck. 

                            My mom began to plead with him, telling him that she could still bear him a child, and to just kill me instead, but you see, that wouldn't have satisfied my father. He didn't want to get back at my mother, he wanted to get back at me. He wanted me to suffer in a more gruesome way then any beating could ever offer. 

                             My father began slicing my mothers kneck, as if he were playing some stringed instrument. Blood splattered all over my den, and her agonizing screams could be heard all over the palace.

                               Finally my mothers neck gave way. Clinging on to my mothers decapitated head, beamed it into my face and told me to stare. 

                                "You have caused this upon yourself! I want you to live with this mistake for the rest of your short, agonizing life! If you had thought i'd come up here to kill you, you are wrong. Killing you would only end your suffering, and I want to make sure it goes on for as long as it possibly can." 

                                   He laid her head on my lap, then began walking out the cellar door; but before he walked out, he turned back to me, and said. "you shall no longer be given any food, once your hunger becomes to much to bear, you'll be forced to feed upon the blood of your mothers corpse. you disgustingly rotten thing, forced to eat his own mother. What an abomination. He begins to laugh hysterically as he slams the door behind him.

                                    I lay there, broken, nay a tear to shed. what ever trace of life I had was took  from me that day, and my father knew it all to well. 

                        

Author's Note

This story contains very graphical imagery, if you have a weak stomach this is not recommended.