Deliver Us To Evil
I am the oldest of 2 children. My parents, although evil, had a conscience. It was their conscience that got them killed. My little brother and I were laying into our evening meal when the door came crashing down. My parents fought back, while screaming for us to run. I grabbed my brother’s hand and ran for so long that my breath was coming in pants. I looked around, frantic, trying to find somewhere to hide. But they found us anyway. They killed my brother, just like my parents. I fought back but they were stronger than could hope to be. They took me—kicking and screaming— and sold me to pirates. They thought I would be their pet, but I became their end. I killed them, and took over their positions, ruling the others with an iron fist. I made a point to hunt down everyone who was there that night, and make them rue the day they were born.