✝ Grimoire ✝

  "Long ago..."

A nameless, white eyed child who spent so much of his life in the orphanage, Grimoire was someone who, for the longest time, thought that he would spend his life taking care of all the children who were with him at the time. He was a lot more reserved, back in the day, and not quite social, but he enjoyed listening to the other children. As the oldest one, he always felt a certain level of responsibility to ensure their safety and that they were all loved and cared for. Since he did not have a name, everyone just called him the way he behaved - Big brother. He grew to be quite a lovable boy, adored and admired by many for his efforts and persistence, but most of all his loyalty and care.
Eventually, the news of a man coming to visit came around. Someone who frequently visited and took the children to his Church to ensure they grow up safely if no one came to properly adopt them. Skeptical, Grimoire had denied this man's requests for a long while before they finally met, and Grimoire realised that while he was extremely mysterious and almost too suspicious, he had only good intentions, and as the oldest one the two of them would begin trading secrets and forming a bond that to Grimoire would have been the closest to a father figure that he could have had.

  "I heard someone cry out my name..."

The man was intruged with Grimoire. The boy would more often come and express his anxiety over certain "Voices" that started ringing in his head - Cries of children and the like begging for help. They would begin to cause him headaches, and occasionally make him appear like he is in a sort of dissociative state before he would snap out of it and try to continue doing whatever he was doing prior, but this would only become more problematic for him as time went on, even though the voices only got louder, and louder. He would spend much of his growing up phase in this Church, focusing on the children as well as working on some of his own passions and interests too - All kinds of arts interested him, but not just the typical arts of dance and painting, but the art of combat as well.

  "And while I know I'm no savior..."

One day, while making an attempt to relax by reading another book out of the abundance of them that the Church had in its library, Grimoire noticed that there was a peculiar book on the ground when he arrived there, and it appeared to be open. Curious, he took a moment to read what the page said:

“Entry 376: The Accursed.”
“We have decided to name these demonic abominations “The Accursed.” After extensive research, we have concluded that as they grow older, their lust for blood becomes a lot harder to control. Some may even experience urges for violence at an extremely young age, while others do not experience any symptoms until later. It can be impossible to determine if they are The Accursed or not if they do not show any visible symptoms as they can be extremely good deceivers, blending with humans and behaving completely normal to the public’s eye.

This will be our final entry. May it serve as knowledge and aid you in your preparations. If any children claim that they hear any type of “Voice”, a detailed analysis of the person should be in order. We do not know the extent of their powers at this time, but they all seem to have one thing in common - the voices that they hear. We do not know what they mean, however we’ve found this to be a shared trait amongst all of the Accursed.
We hope these documents help ensure that no more of these demons walk free.”

Grimoire would waste no time going through the entirety of these documents, eventually greeted by the man who "accidentally" left the book open - Hoping for Grimoire to take a look so that they can have a proper chat. Upon realization, this man was one of the Accursed himself, and taught Grimoire all he knew about this, telling him that the reason he was so intrigued by him and wanted to have him by his side is because they are one and the same - And he did not want Grimoire to end up with the same fate as him. The library was filled with all types of documents hidden within, and the man wanted to make sure Grimoire had all of them stashed safely and ran before the rest of the library was burnt down. He pleads to live no matter what hardships come his way, and to prove that they are just as worthy of being loved as any other person you see roaming around the streets.

  "I would become what I must -"

Eventually, the people who the man spoke of would come - Those who worked with the higher ups, who knew of the Accursed and considered them demons that needed to be removed, like a virus that infected their walking grounds. While everyone knew that the day would inevitably come, none of them were prepared for the sheer amount of them that were there and the tactics they would mean to employ. Children would be beaten and their blood used as a way to make the Accursed children go into a state of frenzy, causing pure chaos all around them, before swiftly ending their life before the had the chance to take another moment to breathe. So much of what Grimoire considered family would be taken away right in front of him, ruined and destroyed, burned to the ground and become ash, and so he ran. Ran as fast as he could, never looking back, and taking the kids that he could with him through secret passages instructed by the man who he could only presume was dead by this time. The screams would remind him so much of those he heard in his mind, making him realize that those were cries of tortured souls, those who are soon to be, or long gone.

Suddenly, he was faced with a group of these... "Exerminators" - And as they would attempt to harm one of the kids who were with Grimoire, his pure white eyes would now become a vibrant, ruby red. A weird feeling takes over his entire body, like a sense of numbness. The echoes continue throbbing in hid mind and, before he did anything else, he looked at the books he had with him one last time.

“I have.. Come to a realization..
I think I finally found a fitting name for myself.
..
Grimoire.”
"Like a book of dark magic you seem so eager to refuse, I will be there - Always, always to remind you...You will never rid yourselves of us."

  "- Your dearest shadow."

Grimoire would eventually move far, far away, beginning a new life and attemping to deal with all that has happened in his life thus far, the scars in his mind and heart constantly being there while he attempted to figure out what exactly he wanted to do. He wished he could have done more for the children, but as his face was now known, he had to completely remove himself from their existence, and spent much of his time wondering if they are all well and safe. His red eyes would occasionally be a reminder to him of bad memories and his mistakes, feeling like he failed much of those who were in need, and also reminding him of times that he still yearns to have again. He didnt't think that he would have to now be someone entirely different, and find new things that motivate him, and was lost for a long time.

He became a very social persona. Gathering information is no easy task, and so he realized that he had to mingle with people he hated if it meant getting the things he wanted. Information, money, and the ability to kill those who he managed to hunt down - He had made it his mission, while spending the rest of his free time working on his skills, his powers, and so on.
He realized that he had a weird fixation with death, as he tends to over analyze himself constantly. The more people attempted to hurt him, the more people he himself killed, and the more he had the opportunity to play with these ideas, the more he realized that he had become quite sadistic - He would enjoy being in dangerous situations, and would begin to search for far bigger thrilling conflicts with those who he hated more than he feared losing his life. He had long given up on this stupid idea of righteousness. Whatever got the job done, that was what was important to Grimoire, regardless of what steps he took to get there.