(Ryker)
fear. That's one thing I thrived on, I fed on, which kept me alive and going. It made me feel powerful, fear is what I loved the most. Right now it's staring back at me in the form of a rogue. With my talons extended Along with my canines getting ready for my kill of the day, I struck.
I didn't stop until I was looking at its dismembered body with a smile on my blood-covered face. I heard a gasp and looked around to find my mother and father there with their mouths open as they take in the scene in front of them.
" you are getting out of control Ryker. this can't go on any longer." I growled while marching up to my father, a means to kill him etched on my mind like never before. Why must they always interfere? I wasn't born a Saint no, I'm the devil himself. I stopped in fron
