“Vile creature of Sin, when will you croak?”
That’s what they called me. The only question they ever asked me since I could remember. And I remember a lot.
From the moment I entered this world, I knew I was different.
How?
I wasn’t born normal.
I came out of my mother’s womb in the form of a beast with red eyes and red-blue fur. I was covered in blood, but my fur wasn’t slick with the liquid. No. It stood up like the spikes of a porcupine, and drained every last drop of blood my mother shed to give birth to me.
As if that wasn’t enough, I even grabbed my umbilical cord and ate it before the eyes of the midwife.
Obviously, she didn’t live to see the next sunrise to tell the tale.
My father strangled her to death before she could scream in horror.
From then, I was called ‘Vile Cr
