User:The Koromo/The Melody of Death Mask (work in progress)

As a child, I was raised thoroughly and considerately by a family in which doing acts of vile depravities and sin ran rather naturally in the blood. Growing up in a murderous, devil worshiping bloodline, I easily became desensitized to acts of evil in my first few years of life. I assume my parents held on to the belief that not all children should have been nurtured to avoid negativity, and looking through sloppily self "published" history books that my father and mother had thrown together lazily, my speculations of this were more or less validated, seeing what they had written about past generations that belonged to our bloodline.

I was born in Nagano, Japan in 1699, twenty one years prior to the start of writing this tale of my life. I grew up in an isolated, decrepit yet considerably large building on an isolated, lonely grass field deep within the western reaches of the country, which stood nearby a city in a valley below the fields. I grew up with my oldest sister Kizuno, whom was fifteen at the date of my birth, my oldest brother Koizumi, whom was eighteen, my two thirty-three year old parents, and eventually my last sibling, sister Mutsuki, who would be born three years after my birthdate.

As I have stated, my family raised us - as well as all else in our bloodline - in a cauldron of evil and sickening depravity. I had witnessed Father murdering people in front of my own eyes in a completely casual, aloof manner which implied it did not deter me in the slightest. And as the years passed, I found that I did not necessarily desire for the murder, sin and carnage to deter me. I found myself intrigued and entertained by the vicious, malicious acts of black arts worshiping and sleazy, sickening carnal fullfillment. I had witnessed various orgies and occasional group murders. I first engaged in intercourse with a girl in an orgy when I was fourteen - the year my parents allowed me to join in on the debauchery. I had never asked for the girl's name - but I knew that she was my age, and that was the last I had ever seen of her. Raven haired and blue eyed - I still considered her a beautiful specimen.

On a windy December night, the day after my sixteenth birthday, I had received word that my parents and siblings - with the exception of Mutsuki, whom ran off from our household and never returned - had been murdered in a massacre in the valley below. To deny the feeling of grief I had would be a blatant lie - my parents and their ilk had taught me the ways of evil, sin, debauchery and bloodlust, and I eternally owed them gratitude to their kindness. I, however, had left the house shortly after to seek goals for myself personally, planning to follow in the footsteps of my loving, kind parents and siblings who had lead me on the path to pestilence and evil. Over the years, I had learned that being exposed to violence at such an early age was not natural nor was it common, but I of course could not be inclined to care.