MAGNUS POV
THE night is getting deep, the storm with its heavy rain and rumbling thunder are the only things that is filling the supposed to be silent place. While the cold and occasional lightning makes it all a typical ambiance to any murder scene or trouble. A loud rumble from the thunder after a strike of lightning echoes along with the scream that reaches my ears and unknowingly enough brush the worry and wary inside me.
“Stay away from me! You are not my son. You are a monster! I should have killed you while I still can inside of my belly! Y-You! You are a monster! That deserves to die.”
Words and memories that comes after that distinct lightning and thunder that together with a scream is ringing inside my mind.
“You are nothing but a curse child.”
More than just hurtful word
