When he was born, everybody knew there was something different about him. Faustino ignored that his child was quiet. He was breathing. He was alive. That was all that mattered.
Nataša, however, wondered what had become of her son. Had she sinned, to give an internally mangled child?
7 YEARS LATER
He sat, taking in the sights. By taking in the sights, he meant staring out of a window and not listening to whatever the teacher was saying. "Gazor." Mr. Wolf sighed, watching the brunette raise an eyebrow at him. "The answer?" With a smirk Gazor replied icily. "The Salem witch trials were caused by unfounded fear and the need to blame it on something." With that, he continued to stare out of the glass into the forest that surrounded the white-brick school.
It was almost as if he was made for this...place. Now all he had to do was taste blood.
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God of Truth, Dreams and Murder
Crooked grins, sly hands and one dangerous voice
I don't believe a thing I've said
I'm just a-messing with your mind