Demonic Undead

My name is Oliver and I'm a hybrid.It all started well when I was born and my parents were a demon and a undead creature but then they were killed and I was left all on my own.On the brink of death I was found by a martial artist and he took care of me when I was four he started to train me in the way of martial arts.But then he was mutualated by a pack of wolves after he was only a normal person he couldn't even put up a fight.Then I was alone again.So I started to run though I didn't get very far I'm only four but I ended up in a battle field and I was took in again but by a warrior this time and he took care of me.Then he realized I had a little muscle so he started to teach me to use a knife so if he died I could protect my self.The next morning something happened I got stabed and I started to scream.But then I realized that there was no pain.So I grabbed the knife his eyes widened and one eye glowed black and purple and I shattered the knife.Then I bit him and my teeth sunk in to his flesh and it was an amazing taste.Then my other glowed red and vain started to pop.Then I ripped him apart peice by peice as he screamed at the top of his lungs as loud as he could but his cries weren't answered.Then the guards came so I had to run again because there was no way I could fight them I was only four years old.So I ran and ran till my legs gave out but I kept running till I lost them.