Alex was a poor war orphan living In the middle of two waring countries. His family use to live in a small wooden shack with a dirt floor and rags hanging from their bodies.
At the age of 5, their old half falling apart wooden door got smashed in, glass from the small door flew everywhere as three military men jump in with swords in their hands. His family didn't have food to their name let alone a means of protection. However his father couldn't stand by and do nothing.
Alex watched in shock as his father died helplessly against the men, fighting with a piece of broken glass against the three men with swords, trying to protect Alex and his mother.
SLASH
blood covered the floor and sprayed into the air as his father's head rolled towards Alex's feet. The three military man had lust in their eyes staring at his mother causing her to shiver. Looking back at her son, she picked up a broken piece of glass his father had tried to weild to protect them.
Alex's mother smiled as tears ran down her face, staring in her sons eyes and slitting her own throat, horrified of what they would try an do to her while alive and her son watching.
'What is going on, why is this happening, why us' alex thought as his mind tried to comes to grip with the reality displayed infront of him.
Alex had to witness both his mother and father brutally die in from of his eyes. Soaked in the blood of both of his parents Alex stood there helplessly while the three men laid down their swords and started undressing his mothers still warm body. Completely ignoring the small child cowarding in the corner.
Filled with agony and grief Alex stumbled walking forward wanting to save what little dignity his mother had left. Alex grabbed the hilt of the single edge sword with both hands laid down by one of the men and lunged towards the back of the men crouched down beside his mother closest to him. Pericing the man's heart from the back Alex pulled the sword back out of the man's body to slash the head of the next man.
However reality proved cruel again as Alex's malnourished body used all his strength he gained from the adrenaline to kill the first man. Alex wasn't even able to pull out the sword before his body got kicked and he flew several meters back crashing through the old rotting wooden walls and tumbled until landing face down on the dirt coughing up blood.
"Ugh" Alex groaned choking on his own blood.
The only silver lining is that the man's blood poured so much on his mothers now cold body that the other two looked at the scene and started walking away as if only now it has ruined their lust.
Killing Alex is too easy, for the death of their friend the two men picked up the corpses of both his parents and scrapped the now past out Alex off the ground before heading to the warzone that awaited them.
For the next 2 years Alex was forced to sleep and stay in a cell right next to his parents rotting corpses and get sent out only to become bait or cannon fodder in each battle. After the first few years where he became good with a sword after killing so many other slaves like him, treated like cannon fodder, hoping to survive. Alex was moved to a smaller ceil by himself at the age of 8 and was being sent out barehanded as it became a game for the soldiers to see how he'll survive until he can pick up his opponents weapon.
Alex used anything he could kicking in the groin, poking out eyes with his now long finger nails that he purposely bite into points, biting their throats, making makeshift throwing knifes out of the bones of enemies. He became ruthless, devoid of emotion, empty, no longer even aware that he could probably excape in the chaos, but he liked the chaos, he was thriving in the chaos it was the only thing that made him feel anything other than sworrow anymore.
Alex turned 15 and was now able to bring weapsons into battle. The world was in the mediaeval times in terms of weapsons. He starting mainly using two single edged eastern single handed swords that attached to his left and right hip respectively. He also still had his throwing knifes he carved after every battle and a dagger tied to his waist band above his tailbone. He fought like this since he was 12 so after three years of non stop life and death experience he was comfortable with his setup, weapsons wise at least.
Now numb to everything no longer even thinking of revenge or his parents, only the next kill, lost in the sea of blood over the years he is now an empty shell of a person.
However while being 15 and walking back from any other battle field he's been killing on for 8 hours the sun suddenly darkened, Alex looked up and saw a rain of arrows coming from above him.
"Fuck" Alex mumbled before taking his swords out and running as fast as he can trying to dodge and deflect as many arrows as possible.
The sounds of a cannon firing shoots off in his direction and Alex finally realizes it's the army he's been fighting for all these years, the ones who killed his parents the ones who ruined his already shifty life. And they are only firing at a lone 15 year old boy..
Alex now with an arrow in both shoulders and his right thigh finally snapping out of his zombie like mentality while all the rage and pain locked deep within him suddenly bursts forth! grinding his teeth and Alex's only action he could take was trying to convey all of the emotions he suddenly felt in that moment before time ran out…
"FUCK YOU!!!"
BOOM!
Darkness, in complete darkness Alex's consciousness was floating with a shattered and now completely black heart.
"Why am I still aware? Where am I? Why can't this torture finally end?" Alex said to the void
Suddenly a tall woman with otherworldly curves appeared in front of him. She had an
Amethyst long dress with a matching veil on and the same colour hair at the length to the middle of her back. Although covered her face was that of a goddess and eyes matching her hair but not matching her human or goddess appearance.
"Pain, agnoy, grief, hated, my child you are broken. Tell me do you wish to live a better life? One where you can live carefree and have the luxuries life has to offer without having the heartbreak?" Says the woman
"No"
"...…"
"Why, child?"
"I don't want to live anymore I have nothing to live for I don't care anymore also why would I trust you and even know this is actually happening?"
"...….."
"Kid can you just say yes it will make things easier." Said the woman more angrily then before discarding the benevolent actions she was trying to portray.
"No"
"...…"
"Then do something for me in the next life and I'll help you be strong"
"I don't want another one or some person I don't know helping me" said Alex annoyed
"...."
"Whatever kid, get strong and if you are able to survive and use what I give you correctly then ill help you so that you never have to be under someone else and at the whims of a lessor man"
"How"
"Get strong and you'll see, now goodbye my child" the woman said as she touched Alex's forehead making him disappear.
'That kid ls interesting, how long has it been since someone has said no to me?' The woman behind the veil questioned herself with a chuckle while she vanished from the now empty void.
Alex confused was now some where as black as in the void but for some reason it felt.. warmer?
Alex finally was able to see some light and then next thing he sees is a lavish room with high ceilings, golden trim and a feeling of nobility in each an every object he looked at. Finally he notices he's being held by a beautiful woman with black long hair and fire red eyes as she looks deeply at him while shedding tears.
'why do I feel so comfortable and good while looking at this woman..? Did I really just reincarnate into a baby? Is this my new mother? What the fuck is happening?' Alex's head was all over the place.
While Alex was searching for answers the door opened by a maid allowing a stern looking middle aged man to walk into the room. He had ice blue short hair that connected his full but trimmed beard matching the same colour as well as his eyes. He looked in my (Alex's) direction and it sent shivers down my spine. He had a powerful and arrogant aura around him, he broke eye contact as soon as it happened. frowning he then looked at my new mother.
"Elaine, this child… how disappointing" he said as he glanced over to me once again before leaving without saying a word.
My new mother who apparently is named Elaine smiled bitterly at me while tears welled up in her already puffy eyes.
"Xavier, my son, don't listen to your father.. I love you and happy to have you in my life❤️" Elaine spoke softly to me while cradling me in her arms"