These hypocritically vicious people adopted me when I was an infant. resultantly, it made me think they were my biological parents.
However, after 5 years of enduring my abusive so called parents and their two cruel children, I accidentally found the adoption papers while cleaning "my father's" drawers.
I didn't feel sad nor broken, more than that I felt nothing but happiness, seeing that I have no other reason to stay and endure any more of their abuses. Thereupon, I finally ran away without thoughts or hesitation but with a smile on my face.
I ran under the rain not knowing where to go and passed out in the middle of nowhere due to hunger.
"Ugh", I groaned as I found myself laying down on a bed with unfamiliar surroundings. Noticing my current situation, I got up and looked for an exit but trampled down on something I was also not familiar with.
I hear footsteps running towards my way.
"Oh, you're up?...Oh God! Are you okay?. Sorry about that, It's just my gun." Said a man with a General uniform from the army, He picked me up and put me on the bed I woke up in and told me how we found me laying down on the ground unconscious thus he brought me to his place. He then asked if I had a place to go and I shook my head in response which corresponded as a 'No'.
"Boy, what's your name?" He asked me with a sympathetic face. I answered "My name is Kai and I don't have a surname...anymore".
"Okay Kai, how about you be my child?. I'll raise you diligently and teach you everything I know", I nodded in response seeing how sincere he was.
-20 years later-
My father is now long gone from this world, he died on the battlefield when I was 18 years old. I was devastated when I received news of his death but I knew that it wouldn't changed anything so I joined the army.
I've been in the army for 7 years now and I am now 25 years old. I am feared by most and I go by 'God of War' in the battlefield. My father taught me everything for 20 years, of course he was a knowledgeable person and he taught me everything he knew, he even made me the monster I am right now. Of course I miss him but I can't do anything about it. I decided to go through his stuff and I found a book, it was a novel he'd love. I read through it all and found that it was a great book.
-3 months later-
"Haa~ that was an intense battle" I said while walking over the pile of dead bodies that I had killed during battle.
I suddenly feel a tremendous pain on my chest, I looked back and saw my most trusted adviser and friend who had stabbed me from behind. "Hah how sneaky of you to stab me from behind" I scoffed while I was in pain.
"I'm sorry sir. Blame yourself for being this powerful" said the ugly maniac behind me.
"Seriously, you're so ugly. And no worries, I had seen through all of your plans but what's the fun in ruining it?" I laughed out loud despite the bearable pain I was in. Honestly, I knew something was wrong with him, he was kind of sus to me if you ask. Well life is a pile of shit that I need to escape from but ending my own life is just a miserable person's way of dying. I'd rather get killed but no one's qualified enough to do that. However, being killed by someone close to you sounds quite different?
Anyways I am able to leave this pile of shit...Who an I kidding, I still want to live.
I,The God of War was betrayed. My trusted advisor stabbed me in the back on the battlefield of my last war.
If given the chance, I would like to live under love, care and without worries of getting killed.
Well See you there father.