Eternal Ambition [1/5]

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Chapter:Eternal Ambition [1/5]

Volume 1: Prologue

Made By: Jokr_Avenger

A / N: This fanfic is free for criticism and opinions, say what you think in the comments section and leave your support. Thanks :)

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According to Genesis, the world was created from discord.

The human history is a history of discord, the first woman was the fruit of the discord of the first man with heaven, and he made her his wife.

The serpent's deception created discord with nature, cushioning humanity with the suffering of labor and birth.

His discord with life burdened them with death and his discord with God finally banished them from paradise.

One of the sons of man and woman killed his brother, dividing his life between civilization and agriculture.

Finally, mankind tried to build a tower to reach the sky, but they infuriated their master and received the discord of separate cultures.

In all history, conflict never disappeared from the world of men.

Nobody lives their lives without sin.

When a man is born, he must slaughter millions of his brothers.

According to Genesis, humanity will never overcome this discord and will obtain harmony.

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(England-2007-08:45 PM)

In the dark night of England In a dark room two people are seen, one is large and one is small.

One adult and one child.

The adult in question is punching the smaller one several times.

"You little shit, don't try to escape again" Said the tall man with dirty blond hair as he punched the boy in the stomach sending him to the floor out of breath.

The boy in question is no more than 12 years old with golden blond hair and sapphire blue colored eyes.

"If you do any more of your clowning around you won't get off so easy, you fucking brat" The man spoke with anger on his face.

*Cough! The boy coughed up spitters of blood and tried to catch his breath and looked angrily at the man.

Seeing this the blond man's face filled with anger and he grabbed the boy's hair tightly.

The boy clenched his teeth hard and his eyes filled with resentment.

*Slap!* A slap was slapped across the boy's face causing blood to come out of his mouth.

"Don't look at me like that you little shit!

*The man seeing the boy on the floor clicked his tongue and walked to the door.

*The door was slammed shut and a loud crashing sound was heard.

The boy remained on the floor holding his stomach in pain.

Pain, just pain is what the boy feels.

His mother died when he was 10 years old in an 'accident', and his absent father who was too busy to stay home and every time he came back from his work it was a fight and arguments with his mother.

Their relationship was already abusive in the beginning, but not totally bad and never over the limit, but everything got worse afterwards.

Examinations found that his father had lung cancer, a cancer in a very advanced stage.

He would live only 3 years, if he was lucky.

In the face of imminent death his father became addicted to gambling as a way to switch off, and in time also fell further into alcohol addiction and became an alcoholic.

With all these addictions, the condition of his family had declined greatly, and not being able to handle all the debts, the family was in a state of financial crisis.

With the family bordering on extreme poverty

With all the pressure on him, his father began to physically abuse his son, something that did not happen before.

He beat him constantly on a daily basis.

The boy constantly asked himself

for what reason?

for what reason?

Why? why? Why?

Why? Why? Why?

Why? Why? Why?

Why? Why? Why?

Why? Why? Why?

Why? Why? Why?

Why? Why? Why?

Why? Why? Why?

Why? Why? Why?

Why? Why? Why?

Why? Why? Why?

Why? Why? Why?

Why does this happen to him?

Is his existence a burden?

Why was he born?

Should he exist?

For all the things he has been through, for all the times he has cried.

What is the reason for my existence' he asked himself as he cried.

Unfortunately no answer came to his questions.

Putting aside his questions he could only stand up carrying his aching body with difficulty to the bathroom to wash himself.

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(Three years later)

At night a blond boy is standing in front of a tombstone.

His face shows no emotion looking at the tombstone.

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-Alessandro Brando-

⭐1979

✝2010

-Loving Father and Husband-

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With the wind whipping through his hair he turns his head looking at the horizon.

Today his father died, without ceremony.

Without a single person coming to pay his respects.

Dead like a worthless dirty rat that died in some sewer.

Nobody suffered from his death, not even his own blood son, maybe the prostitutes he paid suffered a little from the loss of the money that came from him.

"Bhu, loving and beloved father and husband hein, that's a lot of lies on one tombstone" The child scoffed as he read the description

The boy raised his hand and tossed a five cent "A Nickel" coin into the grave.

"This is the payment for 'taking care' of me, now we are even" The boy speaks in a cold tone.

Waving his scarf he turns and walks away leaving behind his father's grave never to return.

He still needs to support himself now.

He has found another job to do these days, a job that pays well.

His life has been hard but he has a chance right now to change that.

With a sparkle in his blue eyes he has promised himself that he will get everything he wants.

That is a promise made in blood.

Two things you can't take back, bullets from your gun and words from your mouth!

~A date has been set for this legend to begin

---𝕿𝖔 𝕭𝖊 𝕮𝖔𝖓𝖙𝖎𝖓𝖚𝖊𝖉---

The first part is this, the back story will be divided into 5 parts so it won't all be in the same chapter.

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