The Upbringings

"PUSH"

"I am trying," the woman let out a scream of pain.

"One more push, push!" a man yelled.

One hour passed, then another, and another. It had already been fifty hours. One would think twins were being born, or maybe even triplets, but no - it was one baby. A baby that even the world didn't seem to want. They had done everything they could to keep it from being born, even making the woman arrive late to the hospital. One would think a great demon from the underworld was being brought to the human world, but no - it was worse. It was a baby with the world's ugliest face.

Well, all babies are ugly, one might say. But no, it wasn't that either. It was just a baby, a baby that seemed bewildered at where it was, who it was, and what to do.

Skipping five years into the future, this is your last chance to turn back, because once you finish this story, you will never be able to go back. Enough of that, if you stayed, then prepare for the darkest and saddest story you will ever willingly choose to read.

"Get back here, young master!" a maid called out. "Hey, careful!" she screamed again, almost causing a vase to break. The family had made him live in the basement for this one reason - he was very destructive. He once broke a girl's arm and stripped her naked when he was only five years old. It has only been one month since then, and he still has yet to learn his lesson. His family is the type to give the child a name based on how they act, and for the annoying child here, they named him Amon. Amon, from a demon listed in the Lesser Key of Solomon, is believed to have originated from the Greek word Ammon, which translates to "the hidden one." This demon is classified as the Marquis of Hell and is said to possess the power to command a legion of forty lesser demons. The Lesser Key of Solomon is an anonymous spellbook that was compiled in the 17th century, containing a list of 72 demons, including Amon.

So, that's who they named him after.

Amon had led a group of kids into terrorizing the school. The only reason he wasn't in jail or in court was due to his family's wealth, which could buy 1/3 of the world. Amon was a very rowdy person who was slightly slow and very toxic. He wasn't kind whatsoever, and after breaking a girl's arm, all the people in his family gave up on trying to change him and just let him do what he wants.

"Boo, dumb bitch!" Amon yelled before heading down to the basement, or in this case, his very wide, luscious room, before turning on the TV. One could tell just by looking at him that he was very excited to watch his favorite show.

Murders, and I don't mean that in a joking tone. His family was rich, and they hadn't been to the basement in years, so they forgot they left the police database there. Amon would watch it every day, night, and second. He was invested, one could even say addicted. A five-year-old witnessing this would run, but Amon's little friend seemed to have awakened, and a smile slid on his face. One could only wonder what he was thinking.

As Amon watched the murder videos, his eyes widened with excitement. His mind was consumed with thoughts of blood and gore. He wanted to see more, to feel more. He could feel his heart beating faster, his breathing getting heavier. The rush of adrenaline was addictive.

"You sick freak!"

the person in the video said

Amon started to stroke his friend making it stand tall as he pulled down his pants

the man dragged the boy to a basement, to the dark, damp room where he had been locked away so many times before.

The room seemed cold and bare, with no windows and no lights. Amon stroke his friend faster as the room was locked the door behind him. Amon was alone, in the dark, with nothing but his twisted thoughts and desires.

Days turned into weeks, and weeks turned into months. Amon's family had abandoned him, leaving him to rot in the basement. The only thing he had to keep him company was his own darkness.

But even in the darkness, he could hear the whispers. Whispers of demons and devils, calling out to him. They promised him power, they promised him pleasure. And Amon was willing to do whatever it took to make those promises a reality.

The years passed, and Amon grew more and more twisted. He had become a monster, a creature of darkness and depravity. He had lost all sense of right and wrong, all sense of humanity.

and one day Amon thought I will cause others pain so much pain

Amon was in the basement as usual, stroking his friend faster and faster. But one day, he stopped. It wasn't enough anymore. He needed a greater thrill, something better, something that would make others scream at the thought. Then it hit him. Wasn't the man in most of the videos a mafia boss? What if he could become like him? No, he would one-up him. He would be the mafia godfather. As he was never second to anyone, he wouldn't start now. "I will cause others to feel the thrill that I feel," he thought. He would find a way to share his obsession with the world, to make them understand the beauty of true crime.

So he thought, "Where's the best place I can teach others?" He thought back to when he had led all those kids, and then it dawned on him: school.