I will not be brought down into the depths of darkness. Indeed, I know what you are mother. I know the sins of my father and grandfather. So absorbed are all of you in your petty vengeances against one another, that you could not see me crying from the crib. Father, you sold your very soul for power and mother, you sold it for youth. Grandfather, you let a child come into this world without love. How could all of you hurt me like this? Was a bad child, which no one wanted? Am I a freak that nature itself cannot endure my very existence?
I know what you are mother. I know your murders and your cruelty. I know you hurt people just to earn mother. You hurt everyone around you and you don't care. You are an unfeeling, uncaring and undeserving creature, so cold that your heart is as solid as steel. Pain cannot affect you, for you feel no pain. You turned your own back upon your sister. You turned your back upon you flesh and blood.
When she wept upon your father's grave and asked for your friendship, how did you repay your sister? You rejected her hand of kindness in the cruelest way a person could ever imagine. She was your younger sister and she was jealous, but as an elder, it was your duty to look after her. You sank to her level and you never realized that she was lonely. Beneath all that hate, your sister was lonely. She didn't have the attention she wanted and that spawned anguish. She was tried to love you, but you would have none of that love.
You want to be lonely, don't you, oh my mother. You want to be alone in the dark with no one to hold your hand. You cannot give love to others, so how can you ever be among human beings. You are selfish in every way imaginable. You put yourself through this pain and you don't realize that there are people out there who need you. As hard as it maybe for you to conceive, you are need by people for things other than killing. Your sister needed you and more importantly, so did I. I am your son, an orphan. I had no one to help me or to hold my hand. I would sleep in the darkness and I would imagine who my mother was. Every night I wanted to cry for you, but you were never there.
You are more than just a cube of unfeeling granite rock. You are a killer and a petty one at that. So petty, that you would battle your own kin to death for just a shoe. Petty and weak is all that you ever were. It is easy to take life, but it is hard to nurture. It is hard to care for someone through the hardest and softest of times. Wrap yourself around your own pettiness, for that is all that you ever were. Vain and absorbed with your own beauty, that you put yourself into a long slumber to make sure that your beauty would not fade. I see through that beautiful face of yours and I am disgusted.
You are a monster, my mother. A monster that does not care who she kills. I know that I was intended to be one of your victims. You wanted to kill me and shoot me down like a dog. My only crime was standing up for my principles as a fighter, but you didn't care. You only saw the money and the chance to spill more blood. You are not a woman, you are a vampire. You hide in the night, enamored by your own beauty and taking the lives of the innocents.
Father, where do I begin? You know that I exist. The demon that hides in your blood knows who I am. I have seen you sometimes in the darkest of nights underneath the clouds. I see your shadow in the moonlight. I see the claws and wings spread above my bed as I close my eyes. I know you are there, watching over me. You watch, not out of love, but loathing. I am not the son that you had wanted, for I have no demon and I have no thunder in my hands.
You are consumed by your hate towards your own father and that hatred has blinded you. Consumed by your revenge, you have become nothing. All you are is vengeance and after that is achieved, you shall have nothing. You are nothing my father and I wish I did not have to say that. Your rivalry with your own kin is all that you are. You want power for the sole purpose of destroying your own family. I may be disappointed in my mother, but I feel only pity for you, father.
You are a victim of your own malice and I can never begin to fathom the type of pain you are in. You are a slave to your own demon and I cannot help you. I cannot help you because I don't whether or not you would accept me as your son. Can you not see it in my face, that I am your son? Of coarse you know that I am your son, but you can never accept me. You have already chosen another to follow your path. I am sorry, I can never fill those shoes.
My grandfather, there is no one I loathe more than you. You made my creation in a lab, but you gave me nothing. You did not give me the right to be born in the tenderness of a mother's womb. I was not the product of love. I was the product of a fruitless old man who cannot be happy with the fact, that he is not cursed. The curse that flows through your son and your father, does not flow through you, grandfather. You want the demon, when you could have so much more.
How dare you bring me into this world, with no love? You see yourself as something beyond humanity, but I know that you are human. You try to turn yourself into a monster and that is truly the sad part. My father has no choice, but to obey. You are seduced by nothing. You have made your own cage and you do not even care. You blame your father that you became such a man, but you take no responsibility for yourself or your company. You cannot accept there maybe others better than you, so you kill them.
Well I will not follow the same path as any of you. I am my own man. I may have been sired by two evil seeds, but I shall not succumb to corruption. My blood does not determine what shall happen to my soul or my heart. I am free to make my way in this world. So all of you can go about your plots and schemes to kill on another, but I shall rise. I shall reach out my hand to fate and be carried willingly into death. Beauty, youth and power have no influence over me. When my time comes, I shall enter the void happily. When I enter the void, my funeral shall be made of those that love me. That is the type of man I am, and I hope to stay that way. I will tear the cloak of misery from my shoulders and the world shall see me for what I truly am. All of you maybe my blood kin, but you are not my family. You may never see me under your noses, for I am just a Fox.