I saw a face, not my sisters, it was a womans face. She had pale skin and eyes that were a light orange, although I thought the orange eyes were strange there was somthing else about her that really caught my eye. She had two long black horns sticking out of her head. During closer inspection I saw that my sister also had two tiny black horns sticking out of her head and I wondered if I had the same feature. Just as I was trying to reach out and touch my head I heard heavy foot steps approching, the cause of the foot steps came up to me and my sister and stared at us with an unagressive inspecting stare, like the woman he too had a pair of large horns on his head however his curled round like that of a ram and his eyes were a stern red. "What do you think? Are they fit to join the clan?" The woman was speaking in a voice no louder then a whisper and it was obvious she was terrified of him. Understanding what was going to happen next I did the only thing I could to try and get me and hopefully my sister into said clan. I gave him the most bloodthirsty stare I could. 

This seemed to shock them both, I could (obviously) open my eyes and I guessed that was down to whatever race I am because it is apparent that Im no longer human, but to actually focus on somthing let alone stare at it was incredibly strange. As I had hoped the man took it as a sign of strength even from birth and said "Take them to the village and get them somthing to eat," his voice was raspy but bold and clear at the same time. The woman looked like she was going to break down it tears when she heard what he had said "Thank goodness!" She exclaimed "Thank goodness my children are spared!" She was nearly yelling at this point.

This book is hosted on another platform. Read the official version and support the author's work.

After thinking long and hard I concluded this is what happened. I killed my sister when she was born, a few minutes after my own family beat me to death with pipes we were both reincarnated into this world and likely kept our memories however my sister still had the mind of an infant and therefore is continuing being one I on the other hand have years of knolage at my disposal. Back in the otherworld I was a prodigy and my personality was still blunt and accepting, I dont hate that, but apparently others do. My farther beat me whenever I answered back even if I was in the right, my mother scorned and taked shit about me behind my back, my brothers would bully me and my friends? What friends? I never had any. Ever. The news from the maids that I dropped her from a balcony was what they were waiting for. I dont hate them, I just dont love them either.

I was picked up along with my sister, cradled in the arms of the woman who was my new mother, she took us to a village. The village was small and the house we were in had a terrible lingering smell. But I liked it. It felt like a real home.