"That's how it all began."
"How my story began. What I didn't realize back then was how my life was going to rapidly change, how I was transformed into who I am now."
"I was brought up by the caldré family. they were a notorious family, a prestigious family, only to the public eye."
"what they didn't know, is that they were killers. brutal killers."
PRESENT ARC - childhood.
Elias entered into a mansion, a big mansion, it was scary yet beautiful like crimson flowers.
Lucias spoke up.
"Kid, now you are one of us, YOU are a CALDRÉ." he said in a commanding tone.
His tall figure was looming over the tiny figure of elias.
elias shivered because of the loud voice, nodding in silence.
lucias says "You must call me father from now on, call Celeste mother, and as for you big sister Celia.. call her big sister."
few of the servants come and take off his shoes, elias is stunned by the maids, he was scared.
lucias says "go rest, let us talk tomorrow."
he says with a low voice before returning to his chambers.
his wife, in her white robe was sitting on the bed and was knitting few threads.
he comes in and sits beside her and she says in a low tone
"Do you think that boy, will be a good killer, are you sure?"
he looks at her
"are you judging my choices? I know I can tell if he's a good killer or not. I just saw it in his eyes, out of all the puny children at the centre."
he says as he takes a cup of wine from his bedside table
"we cannot make a woman the head of our household, it was only a matter of time before we adopted a boy."
she proceeds to focus back on the knitting after she hears his words.
he proceeds to say
"if it wasn't for you, not being able to give birth anymore, i wouldn't have adopted this kid. "
she sighs
"I dont care about it."
he looks at her with furrowed eyebrows as he takes the knitting needle forcefully and throws it.
it hits celeste's finger and her finger starts to bleed.
He says in an anger tone
"Dont you dare talk to me like that! What do u mean you don't care? I'm the reason why YOU EVEN ARE HERE!"
he proceeds to shout and Celeste retaliates
"ALL you do is BLAME ME!"
They both fight, and the sounds of breaking glasses are heard across the room and outside even.
outside the door, Celia was stuck, her foot glued to the floor, her eyes lingering with water..she was standing there.
she was holding a drawing which she drew by herself- it was a drawing of her father, mother and her new brother.
Celia was used to these fights, she hates fights for this exact reason. she tends to cry alot by hearing the noises.
Celia then retraced her footsteps to her room, and she breaks down, crying.