Nyx Shadowfall's POV
… Born between Life and Death.
My mother couldn't accept me because I was an ugly half-flesh abomination, a twisted sight that almost made her vomit every time her eyes lingered on me.
And my father… he couldn't accept me either, because my half-bones, so unnatural and brittle-looking, almost made him feel his own bones shatter in his jaw whenever he stared too long.
I was nothing more than a curse born from their union… thrown away like worthless refuse. I barely had anything to eat, nothing to live for. I just wandered aimlessly in those early childhood days, surviving on scraps, surviving on silence.
I have seen people shouting, tearing at each other's throats, killing without remorse, but… nobody ever dared to touch me, nor even get close to me.
For them… I was already Dead, a corpse that just happened to be wrapped in the thinnest scraps of flesh.
The only one person who had the right to touch the dead was… The Grace.
