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The world in which he was brought to was dark. From even the first moments of his life he was urged to flee, to bite with an inherit animal ferocity, to get away. There were strange smells that assaulted his nose and reeked of danger, of fear and of bloody flesh. A guttural sound, an animal snarl crept from his infant throat and he bit angrily at the first hand he ever saw, but like the race of people called humans he'd been made to look like, he had no teeth yet, only pink gums. He was lifted by white hands into a cold, bright light and looked into the face of what might have well been a monster, for the lab coat and gleaming metal instruments reflected the hated light into the baby's eyes so even when he closed them, it did not vanish. The sheer size of the horrid, stinking thing holding him aloft was enough to set the infant to hysterics. He squealed, but not a normal human infant's sob. He caterwauled and mewed and snuffled like a wild animal, but the large thing did not seem to care.
As quickly as he had been lifted up, the babe was set down again, this time in a glass tank with a soft floor. He was alone in the tank, his eyes barely opening at all the intensity of the light. He heard sounds nearby, sound of distress from others his size. He later learned why they cried in fear, and never understood why they had been sent to those fates.
Like an animal, he would remember his birth his entire life, as well as the first words ever spoken in his presence.
"A proper beast, that one. He'll make a good fighter."
"A perfect likeness to our people, void of a single animalistic flaw." A second voice declared in a tone of morbid fascination. "A true demon in disguise. Did you see, it bit at me? Ha! A real terror."
"Both of you may be judging prematurely." That was a third voice. "Sometimes the external perfection hides internal deformities."
The first voice snorted. "We shall see, doctor. We shall see."
