HoraceRivers

  When I started developing my Control, I thought that the power was a gift or some sort of blessing, but the villagers thought otherwise. They thought of it as a sinful curse that would condemn me, along with all of them, so they feared me. Even my family saw me as a monster, when all I wanted to do was understand my abilities and help the people around me. When I ran away, I assumed that the hate filled stares would stares would cease, but they followed me wherever I went. Eventually, I grew tired of running and I fought back at the abuse, at the judgment, at the hate. I realized that they would always see me as a devil, so I figured, why n

    In my house there was no love. My parents were both members of the same worshipping cult, and my father had a plan to bring their Lord into this world for good. They cared very little for each other and even less for me; they only had a common goal. They needed to use me for their ritual. Their plan was to carve the summoning spell into my back, so as to link me to the demon physically, and to use special seals to bind us mentally. Then when the demon passed through, my life would end, which would connect us spiritually. This would transform my body into their Lord’s vessel; it would provide a soul as payment but also destroy his mi