Chapter twenty Kloud As I run into the woods it reminds me of one of the rare days my mother let me out of the cult headquarters and into the surrounding forest. This particular day was different because I wasn't alone, apparently someone from town was trying to snoop in on some of the cult proceedings and thought kidnapping me was a good idea. Well, the joke on them was that I was carrying one of my mother's knives on me to play with because I had nothing else. As they approached me and were about to grab me, my tiny brain thought the best option would be to cut open their throat like the cult members did with their sacrifices. I'm going to be honest, the sound of their piercing scream as I tore open their throat was beautiful. Because I wanted to hear more of their magnificent screams I cut into their stomach my fathers name. My mother found me an hour later playing with the corpses eyes that I had gouged out. In my opinion, that person had lovely eyes. My mother took one look at me and was horrified, if she hadn't thought me an abomination earlier she did so now. She had the members of the cult bring me back to my room and clean me up for the next ritual. Everywhere I went after that the words followed me 'murderer' 'killer' 'insane' abomination' but none of those words bothered me, the only one that ever stuck was 'demon'.
Credit: @Iwhite24 Re-uploading it because it was taken down. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Ah, yes. My OC has a traumatic backstory, don't we all?
