Welcome to My Hellhole

So, you stumbled onto my little corner of the internet. Congrats, you poor bastard. I’m Vincent Cooper, but you can call me the Morningstar, Emperor Vincent, or whatever other badass title you think fits. Just don’t call me “normal,” ‘cause I’m about as far from that as it gets.

You wanna know about me? Fine. Here’s the short version: I’m 16, half-demon, and I look like the guy your parents warned you about—jet-black hair, glowing orange eyes, piercings, and a smile full of sharp, disgusting teeth that could make the Devil himself flinch. I breathe fire when I smoke, which I do a lot, ‘cause why the hell not? There’s not much else to do in this dead-end town they call Redhill.

But don’t let the angsty teenager look fool you. I’m not just some kid with issues. I’m a goddamn nightmare. I’ve got telekinesis, pyrokinesis, and a temper hotter than Hell. If I’m in a good mood, I might just move shit around with my mind for fun. If I’m in a bad mood, I’ll set the world on fire and watch it burn while I laugh my ass off. When the full moon rises or when I get really pissed off, I turn into a massive jet-black dog with glowing eyes and drool so nasty it makes toxic waste look like Gatorade. People around here call me the Black Dog of Redhill, and I couldn’t care less. As long as they’re scared, I’m satisfied.

Got a family? Yeah, unfortunately. Mom’s a Bible-thumping angel trying to “save” me, but we all know I’m a lost cause. Step-dad James is a joke who thinks he can play daddy and keep me in line—good luck with that, buddy. And Ava? Ugh. That little half-sister brat is the worst. I swear, if I didn’t use my powers to screw with her head, I’d go insane. What can I say? It’s fun making her cry.

I wasn’t put here to make friends, play nice, or pretend I’m gonna grow up and be someone special. Hell no. I’m here to tear down this pathetic excuse of a world and rebuild it with my own twisted touch. I’m not a hero, and I don’t wanna be. I’m the villain in the story—the one who’ll rule when the dust settles, when the last flames die down. I’ll make this world my playground, and I’ll punish anyone who dares step out of line. Trust me, I’m not afraid to get my hands dirty. Or bloody.

So, if you came here looking for some uplifting message or a story about “redemption,” get the fuck out. This isn’t a happy place. This is where nightmares are born, where darkness thrives, and where I, Vincent Cooper, reign supreme.

Stick around if you’re curious. But don’t say I didn’t warn you.