The son of darkness
There was once a boy. This boy had a family. A younger brother, a mother and a father. His mother was taken at an early age by something he did not understand at the time. His father knew exactly what it was that killed his wife. He hunted it down. Then he remembered the boys.
These boys' names were Duncan and Patrick.
They were the sons of Dean
They were the sons of end.
Dean was his mortal name. His real name was death
Now death wasn't like other gods. He was patient and kind. He would help people on their journey to the end.
But when his mortal wife died he no longer did his job.
Death was now a thing of the past
There's a long dark road at midnight. Death stands alone. A boy walks up to him and holds his hands. And asks where his mum is.
Death knows.
He always knew.
He killed her.
Now the older brother Patrick came and took his 5-year-old brother with him back to the car.
Death never wanted kids but he kept these two cause they reminded him of her.
Now all he wanted to do was leave. Disappear.
But he couldn't do that to them.
They were his kids
They were now to be raised in the way of darkness
Death was going to teach them his ways.
He was going to teach them how to kill