The monster of control

You were not good. Though it was hardly any fault of your own. How could you be expected to house any shred of purity within you when, even before your conception, your parents had already promised your soul to that of a monster?

Whether it was for power, or wealth, prestige or otherwise, you would never know. Abandoned at an orphanage in a decaying town far from civilization, you grew up in ignorance of the dark bargain that had been struck. It was only on your eighteenth birthday, when the orphanage cast you out, claiming what was rightfully his; your soul.

his arrival brought unimaginable massacre. Your hands, as if controlled by strings,

He was like death in a way, but not the peaceful kind. ensuring your hands were never too clean.

“I am hungry, human,” Velinad’s voice echoed from behind you. “You are as well; the last of your provisions were consumed days ago. There is a town to the north. Go to it. I will not make the request so kindly next I tell you."

controlling people, dominant, calm voice, patient sometimes.