Scourge
...He was sitting at his parents table in his light clan, scowling at him while he looked at the ebony wood table as Melinoe threw a white plaid cloth napkin at young Scourge’s face. They always denied that he existed, most of all that they had a son- him. Apparently he wasn’t supposed to exist, but that just might be them. He does exist, and he was AWESOME. He always got 100 percent on his quizzes.

His mother bared his teeth at him, throwing him a small squirrel, nearly conking him out. It was fine, right? He thought as he caught it with the tips of the wings, biting into it. Surely all the hatchlings in his clan were treated like this. But something told him that it wasn’t the case. It was later that night when his father slammed him into a wall, breaking a hairline in his elbow.

His parents treated him like this for the next few years, until he rarely appeared in public- he was scrawny and had heavy bruises all over his body. Until that point, he sacrificed a lot of his food and life savings to help the others in his community, he crept into their room and slaughtered them bloody. His mother miraculously survived, after a lot of screaming in agony. He was taken to his clans courtroom in the morning, only to end up slaughtering the judge and the dragons against him in the evening, with a single chef’s knife.

He ended up killing a lot of his clanmates, when he was finally done with them and moved on to another. It’s only a matter of time to see who the serial killer murders next...