What's the reason for living if your entire existence is an abomination no one wanted. Would you still try and fight to preserve whatever dignity you have or would you let yourself slip into the cold abyss as it swallows everything whole. Could you rebuild your life and try to accept yourself after being thrown into a world you thought only existed behind a Tv screen and pages of ink?
Well that's where I come into this story of bullshit. The names Indigo and well I'm technically not supposed to exist...like at all. Now you might be wondering "Well indigo why aren't you supposed to exist" I'm so glad you asked, you see I'm what's known as a harbinger aka the living embodiment of death for anything that lives hell even the dead which I still don't understand but meh who cares anymore.
You see who ever up above thought it would be funny to give me the worst losing hand known to man seeing as when I was born I killed my own mother because I absorbed all of her mauri or in other words her life essence and soul and my bio father never forgave me for it and became a heavy drinker and abuser because I remind him of her since I did inherit all of her looks. I mean how the hell was I supposed to know that me coming into existence would actively upset the balance of karma in the universe. But hey I can't complain much since that was only the tipity top of the iceberg of bullcrap happening in my life.
On the contrary it was the least of my problems because since I was birthed the universe threw a tantrum trying to balance out the karma scales that pretty much keep everything that was is and to be coming into existence running like a fine tune mechanism with all theyre paths laid out for them in a straight line some with curves but they all would end up at the same destination but I screwed all that up since I'm not affected by said lines or curves but I do screw with others so with that she decided to send everything living and dead at me to reset her precious scales ranging from vampires all the way to FREAKING ELDRITCH HORRORS...but I digress.
Well at least I had some people and things I could call my friends and family help me along the way because dear Lilith would I have died a thousand times over if it wasn't for them but I'm sure you guys are tired of hearing my little rant and actually wanna read what happened so without further ado lads, gents and it's may you enjoy my story of self acceptance love and all the other stuff