Blade and Blood: the story of Azrael

I cannot remember what they looked like. My parents. I can remember my first master, my first battle, my first kill. Even how I got my first scar, but not my parents. I was told they were a farmer and his wife. If they were, why was I sold? Did something happen? No matter how hard I try I can't break my bonds as a slave, as a gladiator. But I can break the ties that keep me down. Now I have escaped the clutches of my last master. Where should I go? What should I do? It matters not. I will have to kill. Man or woman, it makes no difference. Death cares not about gender and neither do I. A corpse is a corpse, regardless of sex. But I hope those I kill deserve their death.