The air was thick with the stench blood and I coughed against it.
I pulled the sword out of my torso, and tried my hardest not to notice the unbearable pain.
The hallways was completely black, besides a dim, flickering light at the end of it.
The wound slowly healed itself, and I walked down the hallway, stepping over the dead bodies scattered on the floor.
Half of me wanted to say a prayer for them, but the other half just said 'Leave them. They deserved it.' and I listened to that side.
"I can't believe he did all this..." I mumble to myself.
My nails grazed my wound and it stung the slightest.
"Damn, these things are too sharp...If only I could cut them..." I think.
That wasn't an option, and I knew that, especially at a time like this, there wasn't a doubt in my mind I would need them.
I continued walking down the hallway, and My head started to pound.
I untied the bandana on my face, and retied it tighter.
I finally got to a large door at the end.
"This must be wear they kept the bastard..." I say to myself, and pull open the doors without any caution.
My shadow gets absorbed by the darkness of the room, and I step in.
The chair turns around, and purple flames light themselves in the torches.
"Hello, son," He says with his fist to his chin and his wings hanging over him.
Suddenly my head pounds. and i fall over and hold it.
"I see that seal has lost its power...such a shame you can't control your demon blood yet."
My father grinned.
I stand, and struggle, but suddenly my neck is forced against the wall, and he walks over to me.
"This will be no fun if you don't transform," He says with a frown.
His hand moves slowly towards my face, and I struggle, but his grip is too strong.
He rips my bandanna off.
"No!" I scream.
It was 12 years ago this all started, meaning the day my life took a turn for the worst.
I lived with my mother in a small field, located in a secluded valley.
The closest house was miles away, but that doesn't change the fact that my best friend, Angela would always visit.
She was four at the time and I was five, and we played like idiots as all children do, and whenever we played, it seemed that we were the only things in the world and all that existed was happiness, and we let ourselves believe that for awhile.
My mother was a kind woman, nothing like my father.
She was where I got the angel half of me, and whenever I would ask her why she married my father, she would always stop what she was doing, and stare at me. After a few seconds she would stop, and slap on that cheerful grin of hers, and just say "Sweetie, how about you go play with Angela? I'm sure she misses you." and being the foolish creature I was, I just let it be and went back to my worry free life.
Almost every night, Angela and myself would sit on the roof of my house, and stare at the thousands of stars.
"Hey, Darth?" She would say, and roll over to look at me.
"Yeah?" I would say, and turn to look at her.
"I've been wondering, where did your dad go?"
Of course, Angela at the time had no clue about me, my mother or father.
She believed we were just a normal family as anyone would assume.
My response would always be the same every time she asked.
"He and mom were fighting allot. He went to the city to work, they're taking a break," I would tell her, and roll over on my back.
But this night was different.
"But for how long?" She asked.
I looked at her, and I saw in her eyes that innocence and cluelessness that would one day kill her.
The tears seeped out of my eyes, and I jumped off the roof, and ran for as long as my legs would let me.