Kye and Humanity

Upbringing

My first memory is of my sister. long white hair that stretched to the center of her back, and a set of golden eyes that were similar to my own and marked the bloodline of the family I was cursed into. I remember her childish voice as she talked to me, expecting a reply I was too young to give her. I can vividly hear her screams in the night, and feel the warmth of her body when she snuck into my crib to protect me from what she had to endure.

The second comes from the servant to fed me when I cried. The one who changed me, and the one who would jingle toys in my face when they knew my wailing would soon disturb the master they served. My care was left to them, and only was I not with them when I slept and got carried around the many corridors of the manor by my sister.

It's come to amuse me that he is absent from the earliest of my recollections, and only seemed to be involved when I had something to give. He only spoke to me when he must, and only did we spend long intervals of time in one another's presence when I was being taught how he expected me to act.

By his wish I was educated in the home by private tutors who taught me my native language, as well as those spoken by the humans. I was taught how to lead, and involve myself in politics. Though my family, like all creatures of our kind, had to live according to the rules set by the High Commission...  my Father's name, of which he passed on to me, held great power and influence. I attended cotillion  with other children of high ranked my families, and there learned the etiquette I was to display at all times. With this etiquette, I was also raised to follow the morals of our greater ancestors. I was to never cut my hair, only speak when spoken to (unless it was to give orders to a servant), always dress formally in the presence of my superiors, refrain from leaving the estate without being accompanied, and to follow all orders of my father.

I was often told that I was very obedient, and would make for a fine successor. In my younger days I took great pride in this. I was happy to hear that my actions pleased Father, and continued to do as we wished of me for many years. It was because of this obedience that my training started as it did.

I was born into a destruction class. A high ranking breed that deals in the relations of lesser species and holds the responsibility of destroying those who have wronged us, or simply strike as useless.

My Father was a powerful, well respected man. He, though immortal, one day needed an heir to continue his work after him. It would have been ideal for his first born, my only brother, to take on the responsibility, and for the longest time, he was in training of his own for the role. However, just before my birth he was proclaimed dead at the hands of a Godling. My sister, Aspen, was next in line, but the throne was denied from her due to her lack of strength and control of her abilities. That left me.

What comes to mind when I think of Father and I's first interactions are wordless memories with spectacular visuals that have now come to be normal in my eyes. I remember him holding me in one arm as blood splattered on my small features, screams rang about, and the dust thousands of civilizations were reduced to blew past me. I longed to have that strength. I wanted to destroy without restraint. I wanted to kill with the same power as him.

It wasn't easy to get to where I did. I got little sleep and was forced to fast from the food and water my body craved. I spent hours getting thrown around like a rag doll, as though being the target of my father's attacks would bring me to learn them myself. I grew distant from Aspen, and isolated myself for hours on end, seeking to become even stronger. I learned to harness the abilities of my Father, as well as my ancestors. I could teleport, open portals, levitate, and wield the blue flame that Father used to end so many lives.

I was finally getting the power that I craved. But with my new found capabilities, I grew more ornery. I didn't like that I could only kill when told. I despised always having Father's company when I went on a mission. I attempted to display this one day in an act of defiance. I must have been no older than nine when I took a blade to my otherwise perfect black hair. A mortified Aspen tried her best to make me look decent once more, only being able to hide my uneven slices by giving me a bowl cut. Father was furious and punished me promptly. Aspen, who he blamed for my actions, was locked in the catacombs for three days. I, although having endured suffering for my actions, was proud of myself.

That day instilled something in me...

I was no longer a little puppet for my father to control as he wished.

I wasn't Kylin Rehpic anymore.

I was simply me.

I was Kye.