murphy, district seven | cbd1 | finished

If Murphy's pistol is absolution, then gunfire is the sweetest choir.

He is faithful to the end times, and nothing else.

There's a terrible tragedy in a boy that's forced to grow up too soon — one that plays on a loop over and over again, a father's curse passed on through the ages. When the kid watched his parents take two bullets for a debt unpaid, he had a different name. A different future.

Only the hunger survived when the winter came, and took away all the innocence he might have kept. The world had always been cruel, and now his eyes were open to it. In the dark quiet, without his mother to make sense of his night terrors, he sharpened a knife out of his own ambition. He became his own savior — ill born prince.

Clever as a rattler, and twice as deadly. He knows the forests as well as he knows the streets, sees into people like a second sight, collects all of their hopes and fears and closes his fist around them. Mercilessly, and righteously. He has found and charted a path that cuts through all the suffering, and he guides his followers for a price.

Now all the debts are owed to him.