(This story contains characters that I've made, and maybe some from RE or DMC. The ideas are supported from both video games)
Another day in this judgmental world, another day as an outcast of society.....
Why was I given these powers that separate me from the world I live in today? Why can't anyone understand me? I'm only feared by the people who once loved me. I remember the days, when I was a child, that I was one of likable kids. Everyone treated me as a normal person. I had friends, a family....until that accident....
I remember that day like it was yesterday....
I was only 5 at the time. Fire fled through the city. My family was attacked and murdered before my eyes. I was scared, hidden in the closet. They came for me, so I ran. I made it to the street before they had me. Demons.....they were demons.... Then, something happened. I started to loose it. A hidden power that I couldn't control. I blacked out....seconds later, I awoke to the demons dead all around me. Out of the few people who survived the demon attack, they saw what had happened and ran away from me in fear.... I was scared, confused, and alone...
Why me? What did I do?
I now know my powers, and can control them, but they are what separate me from humans....I'm one of them.....a demon..... I can't get rid of this power.... I attempted suicide once, but I healed immediately. I can't leave this world. I'm stuck here....if only there were someone to understand me, someone like me, who could help me with this disease....