Chapter 1:
10 years earlier....
It's burning. The village is burning.
'what happened while I was gone' 'oh if there is god in this world please let her be safe' were the thoughts of a child running towards the village.
"Ravage through you dogs and take everything sight. Once you're done burn the place to ground. Leave no trace of it left!"
"MOTHER" a young boy in the distance called, catching the attention of the man ordering the other bandits around him while dragging the body of a woman by the hair
"ah your this woman's son aren't you. she ran around so franticly shouting "Chris , Chris. Chris " even when the others were being killed she didn't stop until I killed her. god it was beauty to the ears. here you can have her back" as the man threw the body at the young boy
"mother mother" the child cried as a river of tears flowed down his pale face.
"Christopher" the dying woman whispered "run run Chris you have to get away hurry don't forget I will always love y-"
"MOTHER!!!!! YOU BASTARD!" the child ran forward only to be cut.
"AHAHAHA I like the look in your eyes boy. looks like you'll provide me with a little entertainment now run boy run until you can't run anymore and I'll put you out of your misery." the dark haired man howled while drenched in blood. He had stabbed the boy through the left leg and cut him at several parts of his body.
The boy ran. he ran as he limped. his face still covered with tears and his hands with blood. behind him he could hear the man's vile crackle resonating over the screams and sounds coming from the burning village which became a giant red blur as the boy. he ran deep into a dark forest near the village where he collapsed on the ground from blood loss.
"get up move MOVE DAMN IT!" the boy command his body with little response
"I can't die I have to kill that bastard . no I can't die I can't..." the boy whispered as his vision started to grow dark
"oh what do we have here?"
the boy barely opened his eyes to see a pair of boots in front of his face believe the voice came from the owner of these boots
'I believe he's dead milady, shall I remove him, he's blocking the carriage's way"
"yes please do" as the pair of boots start to move away
"wait" a limp hand flew out and grasped weakly on one of the boots "kill him"
"what?" answer the owner of the boots
"kill him" replied the limp body
a chuckle which quickly turned into a loud cackle was then heard coming from the owner of the boots and it was the lasting the boy heard before he lost consciousness.