The moon was eclipsed by angry storm clouds, leaving only darkness. The threat of rain was buzzing in the air, its cold and unfeeling raindrops slowly descending towards the Earth. The stillness was only broken by a crack of light, quickly followed by the rumbling thunder. Icy winds gnawed at all who dared brave its presence, its chilling bite draining all warmth. The church bells rang an eerie tune across the otherwise silent and barren streets. Not a light was to be seen in the normally bustling city of London.
A small child scurried down the street. The seemingly deserted city was like a maze to his inexperienced mind. Lefts, rights, and dead ends surrounded him and tried to lead him away from his goal of shelter, a safe place to spend the night. His body ached, small purple lumps peppered his body, he needed to rest, and soon. He slunk through an alley and a whispered conversation drifted towards his ears. He quietly slid up against the darkest edge of the alley and tried to make out what was being said.
"Please," a man whispered "I beg of you! I swear I can pay just give me a few more days!"
The other man rasped out, "no, I have already extended the time, give me the money or I will kill you where you stand."
The child slid further into the shadow and held his breath, waiting to see what would happen next. The man took off, trying to escape from certain death at the hand of a hunter, and, before he even made it ten feet, was shot in the back of the head. He was dead before he even hit the ground.
When the child saw what happened he stifled a gasp and sunk to the ground, wishing with all his might that the man would not see him. The man hastily passed by him, not even noticing that there was a witness to his crime, a child who saw his dirty deed. Not one glance. After the man exited the alley the child released the breath he was holding, thanking God and every other deity he could think of for protecting him on this life changing night. Little did he know that soon these kinds of killings would seem like acts of mercy compared to the tortures he would unwillingly inflict on others. Soon he would become part of one of the very gods he had thanked for protecting him, an evil and vengeful god.