I opened my eyes and I immediately was aware of the strange aura around me. I checked my hands to see they were hairer than usual. I tried to walk but I jumped almost touching the ceiling and when I tried to grab I held onto some fixture while seeing my bed from above .I paved around with worries confirming my fears but I could barely bring myself to look in the mirror. I opened the window and jumped out straight into the forest to dwell with animals because I felt and looked like one now. I ran till I found an enclave in the endless shrubbery. It was uncanny and shaped like a cave that had been hollowed out by some prehistoric meddling. What chances were there that I’d found something important? I lay down in the cave like I’d done all the year’s in which I looked normal. I fell into a deep sleep when a bright light appeared as blinding as a solar flare and told me to go from where I was to where he would show me. I woke up the next morning either overcome with joy or in throes of a psychotic break. I made my way quickly through the forest till I found a strobe field where in unnatural club lights blended with the natural light. Something unnerving was what I felt till a prickling was dealt and I was taken to a place. I was but an unrecognizable figure in a world of darkness I’d known too well. My human name was Jess and I was a screw up. Dad had taught me what worked for him in his life as a proxy to live my life. I listened as he spoke lovingly when I screwed up and I waited as he would kiss my forehead every night saying goodbye my special third. I forget what he told me more every day since he left mom, and shattered my held beliefs about him. I thought Jesus was against doing bad things and seeing kids cry. Why did he let daddy leave? The preacher said with no malice in his heart that there was a reason behind everything. Nowadays I know what the reason was dad was a piece of shit. Mom was no better, she hit me every time I showed disapproval of her new boyfriend who looked too much like her last one. She sent me to dark rooms to sleep in the basement whenever he had friends over. I cut my finger once and swore that these two would suffer for wrecking me. For failing to be adults for their kids. I’d make them pay, I’d lock them in basements as their voices are spent crying for help. Oh my justice shall be swift and compulsory. When I woke up different I knew it was a chance to be the person to do that. Now again I’m waking as I see wizards who call me by name. Here we will help you to kill your worries and your attachments even if that means ending those miserable parent’s lives. I’m the reincarnated form of their dead leader and I need blood to be fully reborn.
As the sun begins to set on the scene, there comes this overwhelming urge to howl and I do until the darkness comes, until my mission can begin. I will be a king and take from those who never gave me any love.