| ges's death letter |
| by dj st.john |
| chapter I |
| the key kid |
| Hello. I must pass this information to some one else before its
to late. My life was an important one. That is going to end soon. T here is so much to tell u and so little time. My life shall be up soo n. So call this my death letter. Pass it to as much people as u can. I�m not a normal kid. I come from evil parents and the most honest person in the world. And was killed by one of the worst. My name is Ges. My father is the devil, as of my mother a vampire. My creatu re is god, and my murderer is the grim reaper. But since I cam e to this world as a human but still to my fathers jeans as a dem on. My mothers jeans did not far past my looks as much. I was a little demon born from the devil and corrupted in many ways. So my father gave me to grim to hopefully grow and take over the throne of hell. Him not knowing that some day I would kill him for power. My mother was killed by my father once he found out about her fir e powers. He killed all of her kids but me. I never found out w hy I was so special. At the age of 2 I u could see my looks and h ow I would look when I�m older. At two I was a little red demon with red eyes and a tint of a flame in there, from my mother. I had a tail of the devil pointed arrow at th e end. My horns were one of a kind. They sprouted from my head and fol lowed down to the middle of my back. I was a strong baby and had about 1 inch fangs from my mother. My father despised of my form since after my mother was dead he found out her parents were demons of his. Dad looks like a human in every aspect, maybe because he wa s one at one time in his life. So giving me to grim in hope of me learning how to change my form. Training with grim was always fun. Killing the people and fresh blood for me when ever I wanted it. When I hade just turned four I had hoped to gain the rank of de ath boy but failed. After failing I took grim�s staff and tried to stab it with him. I would have done so if my father hadn�t stopped me. The fa iling disappointed my father so. The death of my mother was a small amount of his short temper. After that day when grim came home from his morning hunt he fou nd 100 bodys dead in his living room. I got ahold of his list and did his afternoon hunt.. that day my father was so pround I wa nted to cry.thast all that I ever wanted to do in my life which led m y father to his death. Now we shall start my story in the grave yard of Mortic, were I beca me a death boy. The grave yard is under a black raining sky with t hunder around us. Me and grim r there since father might cring to much attention. So I leave u to read the rest of my death letter in hope regaining a power that was lost. |