Born into the darkness
My Name was Loki
Blonde Hair and green eyes
The Perfect picture of the Aryan race
All I can hear
Is the krakkkk
Of beaks
And the flip flap
Fluttering of wings
Death has come for me
As I was cut to pieces upon that stone
No Moonlight, no sun shone upon me
I Spend eternity
Wondering the void
Going insane
Will ragnarok come for me?
Or was it all just a lie?
Suddenly I see light
The coppery taste of blood fills my tongue and my senses
My Instincts kick in
I Scratch claw and bite my way out towards the luminescence
Finally iam free
Iam lying in a pool of blood laying at the edge of a table
A Man in white exclaims "it's a boy, what will you name him?"
"Izaya Orihara" says a woman excitedly she has dark black hair and red eyes.
Izaya Orihara I thought to myself
I rolled the name with my tongue around my mouth lapping up the blood
Soon my eyes became heavy and I fell asleep