Hey, let me introduce myself. My name is Elgar, Elgar Nightshade. I was born in Worcester in 1984, and that's when it starts to get weird.
God only knows who my parents are. Apparently they went to the hospital in a rush, and before the staff could ask any questions, they were gone. But I wasn't. I was left behind in a cold, isolated ward. Thankfully it didn't take any time at all for a doctor to notice me. They must have put me in the children's ward for the night, but I don't remember any of that. I don't even remember what must have been my short stay at an orphanage. The memories that last with me to this day began in hell on earth: the residence of Jonathon and Mary-Anne Ironbridge.
John and Mary weren't the worst people I've ever met in my life - I've met cultists and demons - but damn it, did it feel like they were trying to earn that title a lot of the time. When you adopt a child, you need to learn to love it and respect it like one of your own. That's not what John and Mary d