Chapter One- Falling Deeper Into Hell

Part One- It Always Begins With Pain

  Have you ever had those days where you feel like you want to puke everywhere out of anticipation? Have you ever wanted to slaughter your whole family just because of the urge to kill? Better yet, have you ever killed your whole family just because you felt like it? I, Damien Rose, am guilty of all three of these things. My life spiraled down into the abyss of hate about three hours, ten minutes, and fourteen, now fifteen, seconds ago. All of a sudden, I heard the screams of my mother. Why would I kill them? Why? I haven't thought of any reason to until now. The reason I killed them was simple. I needed a sacrifice....to awaken my powers. What are these powers, you ask? These powers are that of the Grim Reaper. I'm not sure how I know, but I do know that these powers are what I've claimed. Though it's been quite a while since the death of my parents, I still haven't brought myself to look away from the horror scene that I caused. How could I? How could I seclude myself in such a way? My parents were all I've had up until now. Who can I possibly turn to in such a time? I make the first move since I killed my parents. My hand moves up and rests upon my forehead. I sigh, running my fingers back and through my blonde hair. Slowlu, I think everything through. Should I run? Yes. Should I take something with me? Nothing the police can track me off of. Should I tell anyone? Absolutly not. I hurry upstairs, and take a few changes of clothes and a few mementos, for memory's sake. Hurridly, I stash a family photo and one of my mother's earrings. I shove a hat onto my head and dash downstairs.
  At last, after packing very little food and all the money we have around the house, I sprint out the door and turn to head down the street. No one is on it at this time. It's late, though I'm not positive of the actual time at this point. To be honest, I care not about the hour. I care only for getting away. I've committed an unfixable sin. Perhaps it should be my body laying on the floor, cold and dead instead of my dearest parents. At my age, I should be preparing for college, not preparing for some police to come after me. Then, I feel another urge. Another urge to kill, to collect a soul. This time, I feel names coursing through my mind.

Annabelle Birnartti Krisheen
Jacob Edward Nox
Yukari Toshi Soto

  My body aches and my soul burns. I must have that soul. I gulp, feeling something somewhat familiar coming on. I nearly cry, knowing what's going to happen next. A strange sensation moves my hand, and slowly, carefully, and majestically, a scythe, made of pure silver, gold, and bone materializes into my hand. My body jerks me and I swing it, slicing at thin air.  What appears before my eyes shocks me. Three small, different colored sprites fly at me. They all take the form of a distinct animal. One is yellow, and it's a bear. A small bear, or so it would seem. Another glowing orb approaches, and it's purple and takes the form of a draginfly. The third and final is blue and takes the form of a chicken. I almost giggle, because that animal seems so out of place. The glowy animal figures quickly shoot into the air and off into another direction. My eyes are wide with shock and confusion. What did I just do? Shaking my head, I feel like my thoughts are scattered. My face turns to the sky, with a blank stare. Tears well up at the corners of my eyes. Before I can stop myself, I let out a cry, so full of despair and lonliness, that I hardly recednize it as my own. The tears pour down my face, painfully, though. Tears were never painful before, what makes them different now?
  Slowly, I pull my hand up to my face; I feel my cheeks. They're wet, obviously. I remove my hand from my cheek and look down. What I see fills me with concern. Ink, all over my hand. Mixed in with the ink is blood. I'm crying tears of ink and blood. The question is, how is that even possible?