Prologue
My name is Raven, Raven Scarlet, and I'm the only son of the God of Death, or Hades, so I was given the title "The Son of Death", and I'm 17 years old. My father has been called by many names, but those two are the most common. I have been an outcast my whole life, having a dead mother that I knew nothing about, because people said that she died by being murdered, and a father that doesn't even visit me, making me a demigod. There were other gods, but my father was said to be the worst, and I was shunned for that. When I was 6, I was in a hospital for months, and I had no recollection of how I have even gotten hospitalized. I was always left alone, forgotten, hated, picked on, and beaten up. All the other children have families, and are also demigods, but at least their godly parents would meet them, while I walk alone in the path of darkness and tragedy, until I was taken in by a kind woman when I was 8. She raised me as her own, and had a daughter a year younger than me. The girls name was Christine. She welcomed me in and I loved her as if she was my actual sister, and later found out she was my long-lost sister, but was not a child of death like me. I was happy, happy to have a family and be loved, but that soon changed. Christine fell terribly sick when I was 10, and nothing could cure her. She had to be sent somewhere else and I couldn't stand it when she left. I ran away and never came back; the only thing I ever took with me was the picture of me and her together when we were younger. After that event, I walked the path of shadows, putting myself from everyone else. I was found some months later after I ran away and received extensive military combat training, from hand to hand combat to using weapons of all kinds, potentially leading me to become a monster in battle at a very young age. I would lend a hand to people who would really need it, and I was thanked for that. I would feel nice at times, but I was always on the path of darkness. It all change when I met three people.