About Me
Nathaniel Benjamin MaddenOnce upon a time....You would think this was some happy fairy-tale wouldn't you? With princesses, and charming young knights? Well, before we begin, I should tell you. It's nothing close to that. It's the exact opposite. This story is something children have nightmares about. Something not even the worst could imagine...It's a story about, my life.Nathaniel Benjamin Madden. That is my name. I was born on May 14th over 100 years ago. Questioning how I still exsist to this day? You'll find out. My mother was a gypsy. A gypsy with majiks not even Gods could possess. She used what she had on our people, healing spells for the illed people. Natural health supplements. My father, from what I heard, was something different. My mother would never tell me what, though. I wasn't old enough to understand. In the end, could the good in her save us? Save anyone?Around the age of 15, the worst came. I was walking with my mother on the streets of our small town, when 'they' came. Trucks were filled with men with guns. When they stopped, all hell broke loose. The people of the town were beaten into trucks by guns or even thrown into them. My mother and I kept close, what could we do? I knew nothing of the power I had possessed. My mother wouldn't show what she could do either. These men were unreal, heartless, these men were called the Nazis.My mother and I were forced into trucks with our people. Our friends, our family. Little did we know of what to come. Hours of long driving, not being fed, laying in the freezing temperatures of the night, we suddenly arrived at the destination. We were loaded out of the trucks by force. I couldn't believe what I saw. Large ovens, people being beaten from inside the gates. The Nazis were shooting innocent women, men, even children.We were at a death camp, Auschwitz. The entrance were marked with the words, "Arbeit Macht Frei." Which translated into "Work Brings Freedom." Were were loaded into the camp and we were forced to get rid of our valuables. My mother and I were split, little did I know. I'd only see her one last time. When I was sent into the camp, I knew what this way. I knew I had to be getting punished. This... Was Hell On Earth.I was put to work, digging in the ground. I was patrolled by Nazis for almost 20 hours, until I got atleast 4 hours to relax. I was barely ever fed. I missed my mother so. I watched people die of disease, gun shot wounds, thrown into creamatoriums. Sometimes I had to burry the bodies of the family and friends I once knew. But, then the worse was to come....A dark night in Auschwitz, I saw my mother for the last time. I found my mother laboring outside still with a woman named Hannah. My mother had grown very ill, she couldn't even use the healing powers she was owned. The hard laboring and disease had caught her in the months time we were there. She had horrible coughing fits, which...was the sign she had to leave. A nazi heard her and she was ordered to the creamatorium. I couldn't believe it.My mother was grabbed by a Nazi guard. With that, I fought my way through workers. I had to help her. She was all I had. All I ever knew that cared about me. I threw Nazi soldiers off of me and fought my way to my mother. They shot at me and each time they missed, which was un-normal. The rage was building inside of me, until that moment...I was tackled to the ground by a group of soldiers who then picked me up. I was dragged in the direction my mother was being taken. Forced to my knees, I watched...I watched them throw my ill mother into nothing other than a pit of fire. A pit of hell, where she was to burn for no reason at all...That's what set me off. The rage built and suddenly a blast released from my body. It sent all Nazis off of me. They ran at me, in hope to defeat me. All of them got nothing but snapped necks and bloody corpses.I beat all of them off until I grew weak. I freed the people I could. Most of them didn't make the journey home. Weak, we had barely any food. But, I was looked up to as a god. A savior....The savior. All because I had rescued them from the firey pits of hell they had called Auschwitz. Upon arrival home, the Americans were there. We told them of the horrors and they began to treat our people. I'd seen hell on Earth. Been there. Watched my mother die...could my story be seen as true?Years passed after I went to the United States with the Americans. I was alone, I had been since the moment by mother had died. I had a nice home and fair job. But, I couldn't get my mind off of the power I had shown in Auschwitz. What was that? It couldn't have been me. Was this why my mother hid the truth about my father from me? I had to have my question answered. What was I...I seeked a man out by the name of Issac in New York City. Hours of searching, I found him where I was told he was. A old, wise man. Upon my arrival, he knew I was coming. He had everything ready. How...I couldn't answer. He gave me a book, "Ikitome Nekanavious", roughly translated, "the Green Book." The book said of a gateway to the distant realms of the mind. It was written long ago when the sun was the brightest of radiant green glow. It was this monsterous energy that was used to ink the book. Legend has it that it was written by the dark ones. Could the power I possess, deal with the book?My father was one of the writers of the book. The power he possessed had been passed down to me. Apparently, I should've been full of evil. Nothing by monsterous rage and hate...But I wasn't. Demons..vampires...Gods...they exsisted? Issac had told me it must've been the love for my mother that fought back the rage that I should've held within. I loved her so much, I was willing to sacrifice myself. I had set my destiny to help people, kill demons. I would be a Demon Hunter.On the second year of demon hunting, I met a girl. Not in the best way possible. A family had been in trouble, due to a demon attack. I found my way to the home, where the girl also found her way there. She came in at the wrong time, looking as if I were harming the family. She pushed me away, but I proved myself by defeating the demon. We saved the family and we had a convo. I learned the beautiful woman's name was Destiny.Until this day, I know Destiny and we work together. She's like my best friend. I've never shown the rage inside of myself. Nor do I want too. It couldn't cause destruction all over. But my life isn't over. What was to come?
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