This story is going to be full of dark thoughts and displeasure, as well as pleasure. If you do not like those thing, then do not read.

Disclamer: I only own my OCs, all other properties belong to there owner.

All I could do is watch as my mother and father where taken from me, I was weak.

It was all Mathias could think about as he carried his mother, and fathers caskets, replaying it over and over as he walked along the trail to his mother and father's new home in there family graveyard.

It was a rose garden, that had over taken most of the forest. But to his ancestors it was home, he just hoped his parents would be welcomed with open arms.

With each step he felt as his mother's coffin became heavier almost like a ball and chain were attached to his legs trying to force him to stop before he could put her to rest, he could only cry as the rain hit his back. All the while refusing to be hidden from the Earth sorrow behind a black umbrella. He wanted to feel the cold, the sadness in the air. He needed to embrace it.

Watching as he layed his mother's white coffin in her grave that the Castle boy had dug for his mother, along next to the one he had dug for his father. He could feel as part of him dieing, he knew he wasn't done though.

It was his fathers turn, to lay next to his love eternal. Always next to each other but in his own black coffin, trapped. Never to embrace her again. It was a sad yet somewhat beautiful thing. Love. It's what caused them to die.

Finally lowering his fathers casket gently into the bed of mud next to his mother. He had finally died. Soaked and drained. All he could do is sit in the dirt, ruining his black suit, as more water chilled him to the bone, letting a glaze over take his eyes.

His remaining family tried to help him to his feet, but he would not budge. The chain and ball had sunk into the mud, he was not moving from his spot.

Even his dear great grandmother tried to get him to stand but the chains only bit harder forcing him further to the ground, collapsing onto his forearms, with his head tucked into his chest. Allowing the cross his mother got him to rhythmically tap his forhead

His family that he had left knew the pain he was going through was beyond imagination, but over time they all left, until only the son remained, Still in the same spot. Dead, forgotten, alone. Just like his parents.

So cold that he could no longer feel any pain. So dirty that he no longer felt clean. He was ugly. Hungry. He wanted revenge for what happened to his parents, for what the pig bastard did to his mother, for murdering his father. For taking them from him.

He wept a final time before looking up to the sky, "Forgive me Father. I must do this for them." He said as he looked back down at the Earth, now holding the cross in has hand keeping it close to his chest.

Allowing himself to be over taken by his dark emotions, sinful thoughts, horrible memories of that night playing over in his mind, as well as a unstable rage takeover as he slowly snapped his teeth and clawed at the mud, allowing the rocks below him to slowly tear holes into his hands, but he didn't care. The innocent, kind hearted Christian named Mathias Castle was no more.

He wanted to eat the heart of the liminal that took them from him. That made him watch. He would enjoy every moment of torment he put on that monster. That disgusting red headed pig.

Tearing his chains from his flesh, Mathias roared a blood thirsty roar, as a sinister smile formed on his lips, " When I find that Orc I WILL! MAKE! HIM! SUFFER!"

It was a promise, that he made to his dearly departed. He would not fail them. He is was done being weak. He had nothing else to lose.

--8 YEARS LATER--

I finally found him. I cant believe it, but the time has come. He will pay for what he did.

A older more broken looking Mathias sat looking out a window at his prey below him. The pigs ugly face hadn't changed at all, it made Castle seeth only more.

Wearing a white button up, and sporting black dress pants, along with black dress shoes. He could only smile in satisfaction. This was his day. adjusting his glasses he started to plan his move. It would be quick, painful, precise, and best off all. That demon would feel every bit of it. The pig would know what it felt like to suffer the same way he did.

Armed with his fathers old knife, and a mask of his own design, that was painted black on one side, and red on the other. He would put fear it the beast that started all of this. Grabbing a rusted crow bar off of his table, castle looked out the window as he smiled from behind his mask, "Let's go kill a criminal."

--Somewhere else near by--

A women with Raven hair, in a suit black suit with black shades looking kind of like a M.I.B knockoff paced back in forth as she spoke with authority to a group of females all having the words M.O.N on there uniforms, "I know I'm normally one to joke and laugh but at this time I'm not in a laughing mood for once, this our only chance to catch him " She stayed as she pointed to a projection of an orc behind her.

"He has harmed and broke too many laws that mankind, and liminils alike have tried protecting. I want him in my custody so he can stand trial for his actions. Is that understood?" She said as she peered across the room at her elite soldiers.

The tallest seeming to have a horn on her head only nodded with a straight face for one. Beside her was a shorter girl with what seemed to be one eye covered by her banges that hesitantly nodded her head while gulping, and next to her was a female with red wild hair, and miss matched eyes as well as stitches running all over her body gave a thumbs up, yelling, "Hell yea!"

Smith only chuckled, "Good, then let's go bag our criminal."