bad and boujee

“Sacrifices? Damn.” Vulcan didn’t know much about sacrifices or religion because his parents didn’t believe in such things, but he didn’t think he was really missing out if he had to be honest. “Well, my parents never bothered to tell me what the place was called, but I lived near the foot of a mountain. There was a Kingdom that was not too far away, both of the exiled.” he said, “I was the product of hate basically, my father trained me in hopes that I would help take down that Kingdom. Which is the stupidest idea I’ve ever fucking heard because it was just me, I didn’t have any siblings and no matter how well I would be trained I wouldn’t be able to slaughter that amount of wolves.” he said, “I left him, he was idiotic for thinking that plan could work and now he can deal with the fact that all his supposed hard work is gone.” he explained, well that all just came out, it was whatever though. “And what about you?”