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Warning
I don't know who you are or how you got here but this is Albel's small place in the world. Don't you dare take anything from here that does not belong to you or he will take your life in exchange.
Story
So you want a story do you? Alright, I'll give you a story, but I warn you, it is not a happy story. It does not have a happy ending either. The story of my life can be considered cruel. If you still wish to hear my story then I'll go on.
I am only one of two identical twins, born on a planet far far away called Elicoor III ( Elicoor three ). My father was a high ranking man in the military while my mother only wanted him for protection and well. . .attention. She didn't love my father, just loved his money. It seems she didn't love nor care about me or my brother Madd either.
When I was nearly three years old my mother sold me to the military in order for her to be "popular". I hate her to this day for that choice. The military wanted to force me to become a cannibal killing machine. They performed hundreds of painful "punishments" every time I didn't do as told. Who would? I doubt you would kill a human on command at the age of four or five. Yeah, so these guys continued to make me their weapon of mass destruction. It wasn't until I was half way from five and six did they succeed.
I was, how did they word it? Oh yes rewarded for doing as they said by getting this claw you see on my left hand. Now some may say that is a pretty nice reward and it would be, if only they didn't weld the metal to my fingers. Because of the time they put it on myself I have not been able to remove the claw. Due to a few well fought fights I have found out that I can't quite function my fingers if one of the claws breaks off or chips. When that does happen I have to re weld it on. Its a very painful experience I must say.
After I got my claw I was given a so-called-room to live in for the rest of my time with the military. My room did not come with a bed or a window as most normal rooms are. I suppose when your room is a jail cell it can be normal though. So I got my own jail cell to stay in until my fingers had stopped ringing in pain. Little did I know this was not only my room for those few weeks, but it would be the room I'd live in until I was a teenager.
The time from when I was five up until I was fourteen was nothing special. I trained everyday learning absolutely nothing but how to kill and fight. I didn't even know my name. The persons in charge of training me only called me 208163. Why this number? I think I was the 208163 person to have joined the military at the time, but who really knows? It could have been just some random number they decided I would be called. I was called by my number name ( and the name pinky ) up until I was fifteen.
I was fifteen when I fought on the battlefield for the first time. Because I was being trained since I was three I obviously had skill. It is easy to say that I won my first fight. In fact I won several fights after that. My continuous winning streaks made me stand out in the military and jump up in ranks quickly. I nearly had my own brigade in less than a year. There was only one man who was a higher rank than me in my brigade section, Albel.
Now Albel was a strong man. He fought amazingly and never lost a fight. He was quick to get out of a bad situation which proved to be good when commanding your own brigade full of men. I was his "right hand man" as you might say. I did anything he barked at me as well as delivered any messages he wanted to keep secret. As good as he was not even Albel could stand up to the gods, or as we call them The Creators.
The Creators create and destroy. They created Sir Albel so eventually they decided to take him back. With Sir Albel's death I was appointed into his position as captain of the brigade. I gladly accepted the spot, but there was a problem. I had no name.
Yes, I could not be called 208163 forever. It was a nickname to make fun of me. A nickname that poked at the fact I wasn't worthy of a name. Now that I was at such a rank I was deemed worthy of my name. But alas yet another problem stood in my way. My mother did not give me a name. Thats right, I was born with a last name, but no first or middle name. Now Elicoor III is divided into two continents, Aquarious and Airyglyph. I was born in Airyglyph so I fought for Airyglyph. The people of Airyglyph looked up to Sir Albel as they looked up to me.
When I say they looked up to me, that doesn't mean they wanted to meet me or personally liked me. I was popular with the ladies, but I was not allowed to ever show the feeling of love. I was not to speak of the word even. I couldn't show that I was happy either. Hiding these emotions made me the cold blood killer that I am today. It made me. . .wicked.
The other Captains saw this. They saw my wickedly cold heart. They saw how the people of Airyglyph looked to me as a protector like Sir Albel. Because of this I got the name Albel the Wicked on my sixteenth birthday.
I fought using the name Albel the Wicked. Some of the older people who knew me of my name 208163 claimed that my full name was Albel 208163 Nox. ( Nox being my fathers last name ) Thats who I am today. Thats who I shall forever be.
I couldn't keep my winning streaks up forever. I did in fact lose a fight. My last fight. When I lost that fight the military sent me to jail with no food or water. They left me to die.
A miracle saved me. My identical twin brother whom I never knew about heard of this. He is the one who helped me escape my fate. Together we left Elicoor III. I however killed both my mother for putting me through all this and my father for being another captain who had send me through those old tortures.
And here I am. On this planet full of humans. I told you my story was not a happy one. Neither is it really very interesting. Boring in fact.
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