I am Sagen Vent. To those whom it may concern, I am weak. I am not a great hero in shining white armor nor am I a terrifyingly powerful demon lord. Although I may be more evil than a demon lord, I am not one. I was never anyone special until I found the ring.This ring made me who I am today. WIthout it, I would be nothing. I am positive that no being in existence could make something this evil. How this thing was created, I have no idea. All I know is that It gave an ordinary kid like me powers that should not be in mortal hands. No, this power should be in no one’s hands but mine. I am evil Incarnate. I have started a war that engulfed the whole world, causing billions of deaths.I crushed the heart of the three most beautiful woman this world has ever seen. I have crawled into the depths of hell and came back alive madder than the hatter.

With my own hands I plunged my sword into my daughters own chest.

With my own hands I murdered my father.

With my own hands I sliced the head off my newborn.

With just a single word I killed god.

God created the world in seven days. I destroyed it six.

My name is Sagen Vent. I slaughtered my mother, killed my father, beheaded my newborn, stabbed my daughter and to my wife… I did an unspeakable deed.

My name is Sagen Vent, and here is my tale.

I was eight years old when I found the ring. It was just like any other day. My mother, Claire Vent was a single mother. My father, Jason Vent was a violent drunk and beat her regularly. He spent all of our money on beer, so we were extremely poor and living off the good graces of the land. In a fit of drunken rage my father beat my mother until she was nearly dead and had no plan of stopping. Scared that I was going to lose my mother, my only hope of light in this world, I did the only thing my six year old body could do. I grabbed a dull knife of my fathers and stabbed him in the stomach. I was lucky enough to hit a vital organ. Unfortunately my father did not die immediately. He turned around toward me with murder in his eyes. Grabbing me by my head, he dragged me toward the fireplace. Like he was throwing a log into the fire, I was tossed into it.

I don’t remember what happened afterwards. I think I saw a neighbor come in and yank me out of the fire. By this time, my father had died from the wound I had inflicted upon him.The neighbor was a semi-accomplished mage, so he managed to put the fire out using water magic.But alas,it was too late.The damage was already done. The right side of my face was terribly burnt, along with me whole right arm and the right side of my chest and stomach. He shouted for his wife to grab the village healer. I couldn’t even pass out the pain was so intense. I saw the neighbor muttering some words. Before he finished I said

“My mother… is she alive?” In a weak voice. He had tears in his eyes but nodded a yes. I smiled, then darkness engulfed me.

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When I awoke, I looked around the unfamiliar environment of the room I was in. I tried to say ‘Hello’ but my throat was extremely dry. I saw a glass of water on the bed next to me. I grabbed it as fast as possible, spilling some in the process. I began to chug the water. A few seconds later I barfed the water back out again.

“Drink slowly” A voice said from the doorway. I turned my head toward the source of the noise to see an old lady with gray hair staring at me.

“Where… am i?” I croaked.

“You are at the village hospital of Vallenhein.” she said in an old voice.

“I see… my mother! Is my mother okay!?” I asked frantically. My mother is the only ray of light I have in this world. Without her, my world would lose all of its light.

“Your mother… is fine” she said with a small smile.

“Thank goodness” I thought. “May I see her?” I asked

“You may, though I do not know if she is awake ATM (At the Moment)” she replied

“I still wish to see” I slowly got up out of bed. I saw a decently made crutch beside me. I grabbed it, placing my left arm over the side of it. My right arm was wrapped in bandages, the right side of my head had the same treatment. I walked to the door with a struggle, my body still sore from being tossed into the fire. Suddenly, a massive realization smacked me in the face.

With my own hands I murdered my father

I couldn’t breath. Tears fell from my face, though not for him.

“I am a murderer!” I screamed in my head. I was about to fall backwards I was pulled into a strong embrace.

“Shhh Child, it was not your fault. You protected your mother from a bad man. Be proud!” She whispered in a fierce voice

After regaining my bearings, I walked down a wooden hall There were dozens of rooms, some had people moaning in pain while others had people that just stared out the window.

After about three minutes of slow limping we arrived at my mothers room. I pushed open the door, giving the people inside a start.

“Hey who are --” I didn’t give them time to finish as I rushed toward my mom. She looked over at me, her blue eyes pierced with pain.

“Mom!” I cried repeatedly, snot and tears coming out. Even with a beaten face she still looked beautiful. Long blond hair with piercing blue eyes and a smile that could charm a god, I never understood why she chose to live with my father.

“Shhh. Do not cry, Sagen” she said. She placed her hand up to my forehead and gently stroked it, the way she used to do when I was a babe.

“You won’t have to worry anymore mom. Now that were not with dad anymore, I promise you our lives will be a hundred times better!” I said with fierce resolve

If only I knew….