Revenge is a dish best served boiling hot

Al was born into a family where no one accepted him, in a village where no one cared for him and was ostracized because he was different from everyone else. Al childhood was dark and bleak. Often he would just sit in a dark corner and cry silently to himself always saying, why am I so different from everybody else, why am I never accepted. But one day, on his eighteenth birthday, Al discovered why he was so different from everyone else. He had a unique power known only by him. Al discovered this power when he awoke from a nightmare and saw that the entire room was covered in darkness even though it was early in the afternoon. When he got off of his bed, the darkness poured from the room and gathered in one spot. When he looked down, he noticed that there was something odd about his shadow. It had a long red cloak. Its eyes seemed to glow a deep dark red almost as if it was drenched in blood. It began to speak to him as if it was his conscience and seemed very familiar to him.

"It's time to seek revenge on those who rejected you, hated you, and even ignored you existence, Al"

Al replied. "What do you mean revenge, how do you know my name, and what power?"

"I've been with you since the day you were born. You received this power at the very instance of your birth. The only problem is that you couldn't use this power until you reached your eighteenth birthday and your heart was filled with hatred."

"You mean you're the reason why I had to go through this life of despair."

"No, people choose to reject what they don't understand. You were viewed as a monster because you were different. They chose to hate you on their own."

"Oh, I see."

"Not the answer you were hoping for, huh? You were hoping that you could justify their actions by simply blaming it on something you had no control over, correct?"

"Yeah, maybe."

"So, do you want to seek revenge on those who rejected you or not?"


"Well then let's begin."

Suddenly, the shadow jumped from the floor and assimilated him. They then became as one. He could feel the power coursing through his veins. Even though he was almost being inhabited by another, he could think fully and clearly of his own free will. The only difference was that the sad feelings he once had were replaced by his hatred and anger at the world he inhabits.

He asked himself, "I wonder where should we begin, or better yet who we shall begin with."

His new alter ego replied, "It doesn't really matter as long as you believe that the world can be full of loneliness and despair. It's up to us to put it in that state, and with time, keep it that way by wreaking havoc on those that deserve it."

"That's a very good point. In that case, I think that we should begin at the source."

"And where would that be, Spawn?"

"Why did you say it like that?"

"It's your new name, after all you now have a new look, a new personality, a new life, and you were "spawned" into this world, seems like the name fits."

"Well, when you put it that way, I kinda like it."

"Um, yeah, we kind of have more important matters to deal with, like oh, I don't know, where to begin to seek revenge."

"Oh, that's simple, my family."

"Ah, very well then, after all home is where the heart is."