dominic(the villain's point of view)

What trauma made you the person you are today?Was it bullying? At school, maybe you have problems with mom or dad? Maybe it's your body? The way you feel about it? Someone you loved hurt you? I don't know about you? But I am fully conscientious of what made me what I am today! russia 1000 years ago . The days were colder than usual, glaciers were melting at a slow pace. It was common for peasants to seek places to warm themselves and drink, it was a good thing that many went after brothels that meant more blood, and I ran hurriedly along the cold streets of the destroyed city from its last invasion. I open the door to the wooden hut where my mother used to book some programs. She is considered in our city as a cheap w***e, all the women who had slept with soldiers of the enemy army and had their bastards were less than trash there. i was able to pass for a local facially, if it weren't for my black hair and almost white blue eyes. and my hunger for blood, i needed more every day, but i was unable to hunt for myself. i was too small and had the strength of an normal human. it was she who did the dirty work for me. she lured customers into the back room and beat them so i could feed. she was too good to let the little monster die! and maybe that is why his miserable life came to an end that very same day . I enter the room where my mother is naked and an unconscious man is on her feet, he stinks of alcohol and I secretly like that I could taste the liquid in his blood, she turns to give me privacy and as I get closer I realize that she probably hit him with the bottle he had changed himself. ironically, I grab him by the collar and try to ignore as much blood as I can, and some swallowed his veins become empty . she turns to me her eyes widen when she realizes that I dried him off, until now I just drank from them and let them go if they had any idea what had happened. - I shouldn't have - she says epathetically. - I know, - I say, pulling the man by his feet so that I can bury him, and my hunger becomes more and more intense.  Screams are heard from far away, horse steps are heard for miles, not a good sign. I run to the center of town where all the villagers are gathered around a stone, a man wearing a red cassock comes out of the stone, with a crucifix in hand. My spine freezes when I see him.  I feel a chill in my stomach when he starts talking . -God's people, I have heard rumors that there are demons in this province-people shout in agreement.-my name is Solomon, and I have come to kill this demon. i try to get away from the crowd, i need to find her, too late some men drag her by her hair, in the street. people shout, around her they call her a witch. i need to save her! -I found out who the devil is, that woman the prostitute, she is a witch, satan's wife.-salomon screams to the audience.-My heart beats fast, someone pulls my hair. - the son of the witch, - a lady shouts as she drags me to Solomon. - burn it next to her - he says without expression . - my son, is just a child left, I admit everything, - my mother screams before being punched in the stomach stupid woman could get rid of this by simply accusing me, but she prefers to sacrifice herself for this monster.  - Confess the sinner and have your soul saved - Solomon tells her , -lie, it was me, I killed them all - I shout as loud as I can. everyone ignores me i am 9 years old and smaller than  most kids my age and i am very skinny, my dark circles under my eyes and my very thin face show how hungry i am! - the boy lies to save his mother - solomon says. - I killed the men to make rituals for me to continue, young - she screams, people throw stones in her face, I try to say something but my mouth is cover                                                                                                     - it's true - a wrinkled lady says - she seduced them to go to the brothel after her - the lady in question must have an unfaithful husband, to be saying such s**t. - if she did it - a tall man says - she should be punished in another way,.- Solomon laughs bizarrely and everyone is quiet. - do gods desire, my children! - he says, walking away, several women walk away, something is not right . I am tied to some kind of wooden post . After five hours I am relieved that she already seems to be dead, so she can no longer feel the 40 men on top of her invading her small body. I have no more tears, my voice has been lost for hours. I just want to die together With her, her eyes are glazed over, she did not accuse me at any time, her eyes were on me in the last seconds, she did not scream, which made them angry. one of them brings a torch to burn it like a dead animal . I take a deep breath it's my time too.