Who am I? Armond. A name I heard whispered to me upon my birth.
What am I? A monstrosity created by tainted and holy blood. Darkness and light having melded together to make a sunset or sunrise, depending on how you look at me. I do not hold a theme nor a true skin, but in time, I will find my sense of self.
How old am I? Reborn, like a phoenix from the ashes, a child and newborn. Clueless about the world around me of where I was placed. I know nothing of my past lives, of how innocent or how vile I am. But do you really want to know by giving my throat a slit and making me bleed, just to satisfy your mystery of the unknown, morbid curiosity?
Why am I here? Gods and Goddess have a funny way of playing chess. I am but a simple pawn in the grand design of rebirth and resurrection. In other words, I am also trying to figure out that answer. Of why I was chosen and why I was put here instead of anywhere else in the world.
Who are you?
