Try and guess who the little boy is 
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"Foolish little whelp!" the enraged drow shouted as he dragged the squirming child harshly down the narrow stone stairwell. "You should have thought beter than to pull another trick such as that!"
The little drow elf struggled against the strong grip of the large drow. "B - but, father!" he protested, tears flowing from his deep blue eyes and running his dark cheeks like twin rivers. "I - I didn't mean to! I will not do that ever again! I swear! I shall-"
A wicked slap across his face silenced the dark-elven boy. He bit down hard on his lower lip and stared down at the floor, not daring the meet the burning gaze of his father.
A sudden, spiteful laugh shook the silence. The boy shut his eyes tight, anger and fear welling up inside of him as his father laughed; telling him what a worthless son he had become and how pathetic he was compared to him. The boy hated him - hated him with ever burning fiber in his body. The hate he felt was like a poisonuos snake; each time it bit it took away a little piece of his heart and life, eventually leaving nothing but hostile apathy churning in his pitiful soul. He knew he could not control that hate forever and that one day the bitter irony he felt would come out as rage. He felt that rage even now, growing more intense with each abrasive word and hurtful action. What would happen when he can no longer control that rage? Would his fears subside and allow only pure rage to thrive? The boy did not know - and did not want to know for he feared that rage just as much as he feared his father.
Tightning his grip on the boy's arm, the virulent drow sneered and pulled the child closer to him. "Nothing but a useless, pathetic little nat," he jeered, the boy never once turning to look at him. "I should have killed you when I had the chance. So pitiful you are, why, you cannot even look me in the eye, can you? Can you?!" He clutched the child's other arm and shook him fiercely, but still the boy did not look at him. "Stubborn brat! Not even fit to look me in the eye! Your craven actions will one day destroy you! Such a stupid boy you are! Look at me, you little coward! Are you afraid?! Look at me!!!"
With teary eyes, the child looked up into the red glowing eyes of his father and sucked in a low breath, trying desperately to steady himself. "I...I am not afraid of you," he whispered, a slight quiver in his throat. "I am not afraid."
The older drow stared into his son's strange deep blue eyes, a taunting smile lit upon his face. "Foolish child," he wangled. "Do you expect me to believe that you are not afraid?"
"I - I am not," the boy avouched more bravely.
"Then I shall make you afraid!"
With that, the drow yanked the dungeon door open and pulled his son inside, exasperately slamming the door behind him. With a pleasurable smile, the drow began to beat his child; each hit leaving splotches of dark red blood splattering across the dirty floor. Soon, the deed was done and the boy was left weak and decrepit in a corner of the room. As the dungeon door slammed shut, the boy shakily persisted to wipe away his bloody tears. With his heart full of rage and body trembling from being brutally beated, the boy lifted his head up, his tears resembling tiny pools of blood as they streamed down his face, and silently uttered a vow beneath his breath.
"You shall pay, father...one day, you shall pay..."
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Kind of short but it's all I could come up with. There shall be more later on 
Laurali
