The Blessed Children

the broken man

What power can help you as much as it would hurt you. Some may say the midus touch is the best example. I think after this story you will have someone else's name to bring up. Jack Frost I mean you think with someone like satan nameing you you can get something original right. That's not the smallest part of my problems as they really started as soon as i was born or more like thirty minutes before i was born.

 I have heard the phrase "no good deed goes unpunished" and that is where we find ourselves. The dead of night in the vastness of Kansas one lonely little town all out and about. holding the pitchforks and torches. Every last one of them ready to kill my mother. Thirty minutes before i was born my mom decided that she would show the good old satanic pride that she had. Making the whole ritual site and planning to use me seconds after birth as a sacrifice. needless to say that she pissed off the wrong people by doing this. After all Satan was hard to please and child murders truly prevented that soul from being giving to him. Cant send them to hell if they never sinned right? The birth was completely screwed from the start not having a doctor around can do that. Her screams got the attention of some locals who got the mob together to burn and kill the witch after the child was safe. If only, they didn't care about me they just light up the house like it was a blunt in Jamaica. I was left just born blood and fire everywhere Satan standing over me, having just killed my mother, and i had no idea what was happening after all i was born that day. So the lord of lies, prince of darkness, father of evil, dad, whatever you called him he took care of me gave me my name and my powers. 

Speaking of powers i should talk about those. I kill anyone I touch unless they are touching water. Its also not easy to stay in one place being the "antichrist" as demons tend to follow me around. Now it helped in some ways don't get me wrong, never got bullied, took whatever i wanted from stores and nothing could hurt me. the bad side is i would kill the bully and the shopkeeper and just destroy everything that was trying to hurt me,but also anyone that loved me. it was a lonely life other than all the demons and dad i never knew why he called me Jack Frost by the way i guess its a joke, the cause of death always looks like burns, but i don't know,nor do i care. Satan was a pretty OK dad he showed me all the finer points of being a man and then some. walk tall, don't be rude, tell the demons when you have a problem, and last of all kill anyone who would go to him before they got forgivness. So my dad is Satan big whoop and before you ask no i cant help you what you did to get there means that you deserve it. to be honest i dont know where to start on my story its just a mess so many people hurt and so little time to do anything about it all i know is the only person that can help me is the one person that hates me. i mean i did kinda kill her once or twice or every time i saw her. this is going to be a hell of a ride.

Hey just putting this up hoping for feed back on the concept some help never hurts right