Birth

I've decided to write my story here so that the one who kills me can see the true me. I'll start this book with the story of my birth about a thousand years ago. I was born from a weaker demon and was the youngest of my five siblings. We used to pretend to be humans which is what most demons did to stay under the radar but would still get looked down upon even by them. I lived in... England I think, I don't remember because they changed the place's name after it got invaded by the Ziangs. Anyways, I lived in London and spent most of my time playing with insects since none of the other kids wanted to play with me. My mother would often come home with a bit of food she said the "kind" neighbours lent her and we'd split the bread between seven people. After a year, my oldest brother began saying the same thing but would come home bloodied. Soon the others followed and eventually I found out that they'd been stealing food when my turn came. I was however useless and because of me we failed every time. Due to this my brothers began taking it out on me and I began to wish death on them but couldn't do anything. Eventually, our mother killed herself and by drowning and that left us alone. My brothers planned to sell me to a rich lord as a playmate for his kid and stopped caring for me completely. This is the story of the first ten years of my life, I'll write when I can at least once a week, Goodbye.