HxH Evil Sign-In System

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!!! This Chapter Contains themes of Rape, murder ETC…

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And so the boy was born.

He was born into a world steeped in bitter resentment, where his mother's gaze offered no warmth, only a chilling sense of disdain. Each time she looked at him, she was reminded of the suffering that evil man and her own family made her go through,

The experience of enduring the pain of rape and later on being forced and blackmailed into keeping the kid

This Disgust and Hatred shaped his understanding of love in a way that felt foreign and unreachable.

As long as the boy could remember he was being beaten day after day, year after year, Constantly mistreated and underfed

The boy grew up in a small, isolated community. His mother only ever provided the bare minimum for survival nothing more, focusing primarily on the necessity of keeping him alive but clearly showed a Constant and never-ending disdain for him.

He endured relentless physical and emotional abuse from his mother. He was not only beaten but deliberately underfed and verbally denigrated. This led to a constant state of fear and anxiety of punishment.

He was mostly homeschooled in the worst possible way, not being taught but being beaten whenever he didn't get it right.

The boy was forbidden from interacting with other children. He doesn't have any memories that involve other kids. He has no positive childhood memories, being isolated from others and constantly under threat.

The only affection Alfred has ever experienced came in the form of being fed. He confuses that with love and yearns for more of it. He is completely lost in a situation he clearly cannot comprehend.

But after 12 long years of this torture, something inside him snaps, this Happens after a particularly hash Beating

As the moonlight streamed through the window, he lay still in bed, listening to the rhythmic sound of his mother's gentle breaths as she slowly drifted into a deep slumber. Once he was certain she was sound asleep, he carefully swung his legs over the edge of the bed, the wooden floor cool against his feet. Silently, he padded down the hallway, each step taken with deliberate caution. As he reached the kitchen, the faint glow of the nightlight cast soft shadows around, illuminating his path as he ventured into the heart of the home.

He picks up a stool puts it right up against where the knives are hung and takes the biggest and sharpest one he could reach.

The boy quietly tiptoed down the dimly lit hallway, his heart racing. He reached his mother's room and paused for a moment, listening for any signs of her wakefulness. Carefully, he placed his small hand on the doorknob, his fingers brushing against the cool metal. With a gentle push, he slowly swung the door open, making sure to avoid any creaking sounds that might disturb her peaceful slumber. The soft glow of moonlight spilt into the room, illuminating his cautious approach as he slipped inside.

He now stands over her with his knife, ready to push it deep into her chest like some sort of grim reaper, he stands there frozen, thinking of how much satisfaction he will get from hearing her bloody Screams of pain for all time she made him cry out in pain.

And so he took a good deep breath in and out to calm himself, rethinking his idea once or twice but ultimately Reinforcing his resolve and with a swift thrust of his blade he pushed the kitchen knife into the left side of her chest and waited for the expected shouts and screams, but not much came, only a slight Gurgling and lots and lots of blood.

Unknowingly the boy had accurately pierced her heart killing her Almost Instantly he would now not get to hear her screams and never would.

He soon dropped the bloody blade and realised she was not breathing, she had already died he then shed a Single Teardrop and passed out, never to return to this Hateful world.

The boy had died.