Prolouge to Twisted Fates: An Angels Fury.

Prologue: 1

My name is Aden and these are my memories, written down in the only way I feel secure enough to publish them. My past should be easy enough to summarize, my psycho father beat my mother brutally before shooting her execution style in the master bedroom of our two story white house, before, of course sticking that damn gun to his own temple and shooting himself when I was ten. I went from my house in Albany Louisiana to a house right across town to a woman named Leanne. I think that Leanne was the only one who ever treated me with an ounce of compassion. I say this only because one, and I must confess this: I have no idea what compassion even means, no one has ever given me anything in my short pathetic existence, and two, because I went from Leanne’s home to a woman by the name of Heather Pentrod, how I detest her still today. Broomsticks to the back of my legs, dog chains, and being locked in closets for days maybe a week if she was in a good mood. Such wonderful memories of my childhood and lastly lets not forget my beauty Adrianna. How I loved her…2

Sigh3

You don’t believe me do you? Your all against me… everyone is…4

Sigh again 5

I wish I could make you and everyone else see why I did it. I wish I could hook you into every memory, every frame of reference, every heartbreak, betrayals I was and am forced to make. It must also be made perfectly clear that I am a victim! I have always been a Martyr! Sacrificing my physical self and my mental well being to help you people understand what your in the middle of… and what does it even matter when faced with the injustice and prejudice of the world! I am not the bad guy here! Nor am I crazy! For if I were a crazed man would I be able to tell you this, calmly and sanely?6

A beat.7

Her murder was, pardon me, reconciliation was just a turning point. That’s when I met Kiesh my dark lord and master. He agreed to give me freedom from my un fair verdict in exchange for my servitude. Fair trade there don’t you think? And just like that the infamous Aden de Nazzera was out stalking the darkened streets of Louisiana, free of jail, mortal toil and given special gifts in which to use to corrupt and serve…