"My first act in this world," he said, eyes a dull dark red, "was to comit the evil of killing my mother, and by that act, I turned my father into an evil man." He pushed his hands against his face, feeling anger and self lothing rise in him. The latter was safe, was his life. The anger made himself a threat to all who were around him.

"I have always known I was a monster," he said quietly. A simple truth, one ha had long since learned to accept. It was why he never could blame his father for the pains of his childhood.

He knew he deserved it. Deservered worse.