Standing over the mutilated body, Maron smiled up at the night sky, on his face an absolute look of glee. It was March 3rd, his birthday, and he'd finally escaped that hell hole he was subject to since he was 12. Maron had considered this his lucky day, he had managed two of his objectives, he had killed his Uncle who was a drug abusing alcoholic who slapped him about whenever he spoke, or refused to listen or even sometimes just because he felt like it. To begin with it wasn't that bad, his uncle had only occasionally hit him, but when Maron came out as bisexual his uncle got worse, he became even more volatile, cursing Maron's existence. Maron had had enough and he finally snapped. Now he was free.
Moving away from the corpse, Maron walked the short distance to the shovel he'd left propped against a nearby tree. Despite it being March it had been snowing heavily for the past three weeks and now the snow has thoroughly covered his side of the mountain, making the perfect place for an unmarked burial. Grabbing the shovel he made quick work of hacking his uncle's body into pieces first cutting off the head then chopping each of his limbs at major ligaments such as the ankle, knees, elbows, wrists and finger joint. Once he had done that, he took the flat side of the shovel and smacked it hard onto his uncle's face breaking his nose and deforming his face so it was unrecognisable. Moving onto the torso, the last remaining body part that he had to deface, he used the edge of the shovel to slice his uncle's torso straight through vertically from neck stump to navel leaving the individual parts to slowly drain of blood in the snow while he dug a hole in various places and deep enough that the occasional hiker wouldn't come across it. Once Maron had decided he had dug deep enough he scattered his uncle's body parts throughout the various holes he had dug and covered them up with snow first, then dirt, then more snow to increase decomposition.
Having removed all the evidence to his satisfaction, Maron started walking up a particularly treacherous part of the mountain trekking with him the leftover blood that had seeped from his uncle's body onto both his boots and the snow. Unbeknownst to him, the smell of blood had attracted two very unlikely predators; a vampire and a demon. They had both watched in admiration as Maron had killed his uncle and had decided that they liked him; following him silently on his journey home. Arriving at a small log cabin, deep in the mountain Maron quickly went in, lit the fireplace and ran a steaming bath. The first of many relaxing baths to come now that he lived alone. As Maron busied himself getting ready to get into the piping hot tub he glanced in the mirror, looking at himself and frowning. He was 5 ft 5", had long platinum silver hair that came to his lower back, copper skin with dark freckles, a cute button nose and heterochromatic eyes. While his left eye was a piercing oceanic blue, his right eye was a startling bright magenta , having grown up primarily relying on himself he had decided to get piercings when he turned 17 four years ago. On his right ear he had an industrial, double lobe, lower helix and conch pierced while on his left ear he had double upper helix, triple lobe and daith pierced. Turning his head he examined his face seeing the dark bags that had formed long ago and had yet to disappear. Having had enough of his appearance he got in the bath he'd previously made and leaned back, only to fall asleep a few moments later.
An hour and a half later -
Startled by the sudden chill Maron woke up to an ice cold bath and four eyes staring at him from the open doorway. Letting out a shriek he haphazardly clambered out of the bath and threw on the nearby robe. Curiosity getting the better of his fear, Maron slowly advanced towards the two standing in the doorway. 'Who are you, what do you want and how did you get in?' he asked in a low voice, nonetheless, they heard him loud and clear, with the man on the left replying ' I am Dontey, an original vampire. I've lived in these mountains for the last decade and was intrigued by your murderous tendency. I've decided that I like you and I want you so here I am. Despite living in the mountains I would still advise locking your door, even if you do not expect for there to be anyone around'. And with the end of Dontey's introduction it was the other man's turn. Looking to the right Maron waited expectantly for the other man's explanation and he wasn't disappointed. A deep sultry voice erupted from the tall man, ' I am Amon, I am a demon and a retired ruler of the 7th circle of hell (the circle of violence - for people who committed acts of brutality) I too have lived in this mountain for a period of time and after watching you murder someone and then laugh I too was attracted to you. I don't mind sharing but either way I will have you'.
Maron stared into Amon's pitch black eyes as he finished his sentence, raking his gaze down as he ogled him head to toe lingering on his lips, abs and tail. Looking back up and seeing that Amon was returning his gaze with a smirk gracing his beautiful features, Maron's face turned a bright shade of pink. Directing his eyes towards Dontey, Maron repeated the process, checking out his body but lingering on his lips and abs. Seeing that these men were both staring at him as if expecting an answer of sorts he said ' this will be interesting. I hope you don't mind sharing Dontey, because if you want me as you say you do than this relationship can only work if we are all open and communicative' and with that Maron grabbed both of their hands and sat them down kissing them both on the cheek as he wondered how different his life will be now that he has people who will love him for him.