failed summoner

I've never had good memories, I've always been the fly on the wall - passive, always in my older brothers shadow, the closest to a happy memory i've had was not of this world - perhaps the world of the demons or perhaps just a grandiose delusion of a desolate child, regardless it meant nothing. So maybe it's a good thing I was falling. He's always been perfect - no matter what he did he was the best at everything he was amazing, we weren't even the same species. Naturally, it's no surprise when he turned 16 he gained an amazing power - he linked with an Nanue, a large shark like creature with the power of manipulating water. The demon system ranges from 1-15 with some special exceptions, a Nanaue is a a grade 13 meaning its ridiculously strong. Why does that mean he gets to treat me like trash, as if I'm lower than scum, I hate him, I hate him, I hate him, I hate him i hate him i hate him i hate him i hate him, that pathetic scum, I HATE ALL OF THEM, THEY ALL DISGUST ME. i'll kill them all. At the age of 6 i glimpsed it, and it changed me. This is such a lousy fate, I'm so pathetic i couldn't even summon anything, and maybe its for the better that my story ends here, being kicked down a cliff to my end.Maybe its better this way i won't have to endure this fate for long, as if. I could feel my body drawing closer to the cold water, the icy cold water - I am so cold, so very, very cold. No matter how i phrase this its still pathetic being killed by my own brother. The ocean breeze washed over me, again and again, I could almost taste the salt from the sea, the moon shining brilliantly, serenaded its unrivaled beauty, Im so pathetic. Even when I'm falling to my death all i can do is gawk at something i see everyday. Quickly the ocean breeze faded into waves of heat, suffocating paralyzing heat. The sudden contrast was a depiction of ambivalence, a hellish pallet brandished the sky. Instead of being covered by brutal waves I was greeted by irritating sand, a smell of sulfur burning my nose, a sound of screeching brandished my ears. Looking around, the place is desolate - miserable, the rocks shooting up from the ground filled me with pure despair. Looking upward i knew this wasn't the same place I born, the twin set of moons made it perfectly clear. I had nothing but the rags on my back and yet even i knew i had to carry on moving. Maybe a day has passed or two or maybe more, i don't even know. All i know is that i was right, it was the land of the demons. I didn't know where i was going nor did i care. I lost that ability perhaps it was due to my grief or maybe it was because of my un-paralleled fear, being surrounded by demonic creatures, nearly dying a multitude of times. I was a toy for them, nothing but a beast used to pass the time, they were hunting me for sport rather than to live. Creature after creature hunted me, I was defenseless, at the mercy of my own luck, whilst in that wasteland I realized, there was a hierarchy, those with power abused the powerless for fun, perhaps this is way humans can bond with spirits - the lack of power. After that realization, i understood a truth, it doesn't matter that people are born strong, there is always someone stronger, i want - no - i need to be that person, but at what point does that creature stop being human, or better yet was it ever human the concept is so inhumane that you shouldn't be allowed to be the strongest and human - they're opposites. At that moment after coming to that realization I finally heard it, something i waited for, for so long, a call, a call from the abyss. A call to my very soul. It beckoned me forward, i followed. They never counted me as human, so i'll prove them right i'll show them the power of the failure they created - no not failure, the monster they made.