Metagram story no. 1

Thriller start #1:

My tribe is strong. I come from a assassination tribe called Impius Nebel. We do not fight of protect nor fight for blood. Nor do we kill. We simply are there. My family is all in my tribe. My mother was assassinated when I was born by our rival tribe Deus Daemons. They later went extinct and to today nothing is known about them. My father is large and jaunty. He is cheerful and smiling, even during the moment of the kill. His name is Warau Mortem. He is part of the hunters. An elite group of sword wielders who protect everybody, except themselves. Everybody fears pities, fears, and adores the hunters.

I'm the ninth child born in the tribe. I have auburn blond hair and am quite scrawny for my age. Being the ninth child I am not loved much, but mostly cared for by my said father. My mother was, according to my father, vibrant, cordial, and fiercely protective. My birthday though is known by only my mother. She died with my secret though, on May 13.

That same day is known as the same day as the week of harvest. The week of harvest is a wonderful festival of cheer, food, and men getting overly drunk and pacifistic. On the last day of the harvest festival, I wandered into the forest. I was off to get wood and more fruit for the festival when I suddenly saw something from the corner of my eye. It flickered like a dry fire. It flashed away then suddenly appeared in front of me. Once I realized that a fox appeared, not even a foot away. I heard the voice of a fox. He asked me, in a curious voice, "Will you be a weapon?"

The fox seemed shy, but deceiving. A snake but more honest. It was an auburn brown-red with hints of white making it seem even more elegant. It seemed to say without speaking that it was here, and ready to kill. I talked to it, but only for my benefit. I didn't know how to be friendly, awhich made all the more strange. It talked in parables  and with a velvety voice, yet seemed very alien. It was a fox of course, but it seemed strangely human. Before I knew it, they were thirteen hunters upon me and the fox. Among them my father, leading the surprise search party. My father seemed quite scared, if you could say that, but I was in no danger. Once the hunters came it tried to leapt at me. It told that he is quite sorry and hoped we met later. He ,then in a flash of light, proceeded to cover me in an act of protection. The hunters were flabbergasted towards what transcended before their eyes. It avoided their swords as if they were just wooden sticks. I yelled to them not to kill it, but my father said otherwise. I couldn't stop the hunters. They killed it, and brought it as a prize. My father gave me its skin, with no repentance or sadness. He gave it as a gift of insanity and mockery. It seemed to haunt me first, but now it's an homage to my childhood.

My name Mortiferum Lux, and I am glad to be your acquaintance. My friend and I will gladly remove anyone you choose at your command. I am your limb and your weapon. My arrows, shuriken, and daggers will turn all you wish to food for my friend. Do not believe I am your friend though, because you are lucky there aren't higher bidders for my services.