Killdren ~ Everything you know about us, is wrong.

Promethus looked at the street below. It was a gory scene, three mobsters broken bodies lay on the ground, They were half burned and Hundreds of cuts littered there bodies. There blood filled the street as the rats and other small creatures ran around drinking it up.

"They killed 15 people Promethus" spoke a girl with long blond hair with spatters of blood all around it. She was about 15, Promethus's Age, and yet she acted like she was much older.

"I know, I just wish you hadn't made them kill each other..It felt.. Wrong.." Promethus said.

"You call that wrong?" The Girl Laughed " You burned them to death!"

Promethus sighed as he looked at the bodies on the ground, He closed his eyes and thought hard, Then, A Small flame appeared in his hand, Then It got bigger and bigger.

Agrona was right, he did burn them to death, That was his job, He was a Killdren.