Long after having somehow managing to escape Hell s clutches,
he had made his way to the surface world, battered and bloody. Stumbling into the world just as he had done so on the day of his birth, covered in blood, confused, injured and trembling. Having nothing to his name, he made his way to the only place he knew he would find solace. His childhood home.
But the area had changed so much since since he was a child, it almost alarmed him how much it had changed. So foreign to him, the land that he had loved/hated so much had changed so drastically. He sighed as he ran his hand through his short blood covered and tousled hair.
Making his way through the town, keeping his head bowed, his jacket covering his face partially, he made his way through town, just aimlessly wandering for hours it seemed like. It seemed like this was forever his life .wandering without a home, without a place to call his own, without anyone to turn to for comfort.
Was this truly his fate?
Coming to a stop, he tilted his head back, letting out a sigh when he felt a drop of rain strike his cheek. Looking up to the sky, he saw the over cast sky, his eyes narrowed, fighting back those useless human emotions. But as the dark clouds rolled across the sky, he resolve faltered as he let out a weak sigh.
"Is this truly my fate? Is this how I meet my end? I die in gutters like a street rat? He whispered out, shaking his head before he turned, feeling an odd spur of emotion rush up his spine."
Turning on his heel, he turned towards the feeling, his eyes suddenly widened. To his surprise, there was his childhood home. In disbelief he took a step closer, nearly walking into the street. He stared, biting his lower lip as he looked at the flickering red, neon sign. Seeing the once proud double doors a pale comparison to what they used to be and alls he could muster up.
"Home..."