Death…. it is one of the only things he knews. Life is the second one.
It is like a Dejavu to him. Not being enabled to do anything against the Power of it. He can remember the taste of blood, even if he never tasted it before. By the betrayal of another he was exiled from home. But his lust for revenge is thrown into the shade when he makes himself known with its past.

[size=1.5em]WARNING!!![/size]
This Story got some really gory scenes that means Mature ahead.
Also this is my First Story Tips and feedback are welcome :pinkiehappy:
and if you see something you've already seen in someone else's story to tell me so I can correct the error.