Solomon Darcsen: A Short Story

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My name is Solomon Darcsen. For as long as I can remember I've always had terrible luck. The town which I had lived in called Greendale, was once assaulted by a passing Demon King; resulting in both of my parents dying. There wasn't a single other person who was killed that night by the hands of the Demon King as the Hero had appeared and saved them all from such a terrible fate driving back the creature. The old hero was nearing his end and unfortunately could not kill the Demon King only being able to drive it away after an intense battle. Even worse, the Demon King marked my forehead with his claw-like fingers making an "X" saying that it was a sign of his mercy. Although he called it "Mercy" - every night I would suffer terrible nightmares