LargestYes

My name is Andrew Montpellier (aka LargestYes), I was born in a family of average wealth in the city of kibbutz. My father was a brewer and my mother was a Baker. As a kid I used to be as my dad described it "A very curious lad", I would always be intrigued by what my father and mother did. I always tried to help my father brew alcohol though in the end I only made it harder for him. At the age of 7 my dad became a senator in the Senate that governs over the tortugan province of monterre. His role as senator would make it really tough for him to take care of me though he tried his best to ensure a better quality of life for me and my mother. Ah my mother, even to this day I can hear her calming beautiful voice. From the moment my father became the senator she would be the person to take care of me, comfort me in my dark times and teach me. I developed a very close bond to my mother. She was the only person to fully understand me, even better than I understand myself. Everything was fine in my life until one day, as I was coming back from school I suddenly heard a scream. Running home I saw my mom's dead body and next to her a man stood. And then it first happened, the only thing I could see in front of my eyes was red. I could hear voices, all told me to attack, to kill my moms murderer. By that point I had lost full control over my body feeling it charge and try to attack the man. I was 13 at the time and quite short like my mother, the man easily managed to kick me down. Before he could end me people attracted by the noise came to rescue me. After my mother's death a funeral was held and at the funeral my father promised that he will try to spend more time with me as the Senate recently moved its place to the city of kibbutz. What had just happened took a toll on my life, something that will never be forgotten or forgiven, but we will get there shortly. After 10 years I finally had reached the age of 23 and now I had become a fine man with great education. My dream at the time was to become a politician like my father, everything was going smoothly in my life, but ever since my mother's death that urge to avenge her, the urge to kill grew and I knew I could not hide from it, but I still tried my best to do it.

One day a merchant showed up, his name was Gary. Gary was a fat pig, he would always sell overpriced wears and every time argue with the townspeople. One day while I was going around the market he saw me and tried to get me to buy his things, but I refused. After seeing that he started screening at me and soon we started arguing, and after some time he had insulted my dead mother. And the urge to kill, the thing that had been growing ever since her death now started to take form. My control was once again lost, and I attacked him, slashing his head off, other people tried to stop me but that only resulted in them being injured or killed. After I did that I had managed to run away and hide into a cave, still barely regaining control over my body. And then he came, everything around me turned into blood, every memory was overtaken the only thing I could feel was confusion. There stood a big red creature called "Stillio" the God of anger and death, he approached me saying

"MY SON, YOU HOLD GREAT POWER WITHIN YOU, A TRULY GREAT GIFT. THOUGH YOU SEEM TO NOT WISH UPON USING IT, WHY IS THAT?"

"I don't want to kill people, I don't want to bring death to them."

"DON'T BE FOOLISH, DEATH IS A GIFT, DEATH IS A RELIEF."

Stilio got close to me and put his hands over my head saying

"I CAN GIVE YOU MORE POWER, POWER TO AVENGE HER AND BRING HER BACK"

"And why should I trust you?"

"BECAUSE I AM MORE THAN YOU MIGHT THINK I AM. I HAVE GREAT POWERS."

"You said you can bring my mother back?"

"YES, BUT YOU WILL HAVE TO FIGHT AND KILL IN MY NAME."

"I would do anything to save my mother, anything to bring her back. I am gonna join you."

"GOOD" said Stilio while laughing.

"YOU WILL NOW GROW IMMEASURABLE POWER. THOUGH YOU MAY GET YOUR BITS OF CONTROL OVER YOURSELF, BUT FROM NOW ON YOU WILL BE A LORD OF DEATH AND WILL BRING SUFFERING AND DEATH IN MY NAME."

I soon woke up in a wheat field, hoping that this was a bad dream. Traveling around I had managed to find a village, getting in there and inside the small tavern. I took a seat at one of the tables, and soon a few drunkards approached me.

"You aren't from here are you?" Said the first one

"No, I come from tortuga."

"Oh, so you are a stinky pirate aren't you?" Said the second one

"You know what we do to the pirates? We hang em." Said the last one

"Look, I don't want any trouble. I had a very rough night and I just want a drink."

"You think you can come to our village and drink our beer, no chance. You stinky dirty pirate."

He raised his arm to hit me but I stopped him, the rest was dark. Soon when I got back control over my body I realized the whole village was burning. Quickly realizing what I had done I left. Realizing that what I had seen yesterday was not a dream. Even though I couldn't see what had happened, I could hear the screams of poor people in the village. And from that moment I realized that I am cursed with killing and making people suffer.