Üpir Birthday

“Üpir grandson of Azazel and son of a mean witch, “Z”. Hazel was a hungry boy with a big hard head-even hungrier after he killed him self… and rose from the dead!”

Hazel was One-third witch; one-third human and one-third demon. Little Hazel had a hunger that made him stay thin.

He ached for red meat and chewed on cat feet but, would wish in his room and to be a “free man...”

He fought with his mother, whom ate his dear father. Feared his grandfather whom, late, he did bother, but his true test to appear would be him in his mirror.

with a dagger and his rage in his head, he plunged it in his chest to end all the dread and be dead but, he would forget what she said one night in his bed. “Your rage is undead... new life will enter once your soul has been bled.”

Upirs evolve when they die; reborn with more fight. Less control; He would cry…

Now he skulks in the night only vaguely done right, as a monster with subconscious remorse… In a killing hole, for Killing is the monster of course… Happy birthday.