Life in the Venatori is different than most realize, except for other Venatori of course. It's like living in a story book world where the monsters and the heros all exist. As a kid growing up before really knowing what life as Venatori meant I idolized the stories I was told. But not the ones every other kid grows up with. To me swinging from a spider web was impossible but yet I knew of men who could swing from buildings with ease. Super strong like Superman, sure. I could just watch the men and women in the gym pound each other with fists of steal and life refrigerators without sweating. Run fast like the Flash? No problem at least for Venatori.
My parents were never around for me. My mother left me to the Venatori at the tender age of 5 and I didn't know who my father was until I was 18 years old. But here's the horrid tale of my parentage.
My best friend has been my best friend for nearly as long as I've been with the Venatori. I met Jason Hill when I was 5 year old. He was one of my roommates after the orange door. (A special room for firestarters that was fire proof and had special censors.)
I felt the bile rise up but I didn't take my eyes from him as I stared in the eyes of a dragon or a demon or some great creature that saved me from the monster.
I have never been in love. I've never had a relationship last long enough to ever get past lust. I don't think I have any passions I would consider a love either.
Ha! You ask a guy with an ego bigger than himself to talk about himself especially describe yourself and you are going to regret it.
I hope to start what is a semi-regular series of posts called the Early Chronicles. It's a two-part series - the first is a factual representation of Nox's childhood as he grew up, the second is his reflection up those events from his point of view as he looks back on it now as an adult.
The glass conference room door open and soft footsteps move inside and then closed the door. A pair of shiny, black patent leather shoes crossed the section of floor I studied. They stopped a few feet away from me. My gaze followed the owner's legs up. His black dress pants were pressed and starched to perfection.
My first defining moment is the day I sparked. It was a scary day when I was a kid. It started out per usual. I was excited, my mom was coming home after having been out hunting monsters for a good bit.
There really isn't much to tell about my first kiss. The resulting beating afterwards was far more memorable but it never really stopped me.