Louis is a quiet guy. He doesn't talk much and likes to be alone. He rarely interacts with other people, is afraid of society, afraid of the black world that is full of dark corners and pressures. You avoid it, you want to stay away from it. Day by day, he closed himself in a small room, in his hand was a knife. How many times, I don't know how many times this is the last time he wanted to commit suicide. He was really tired, he just wanted to die.

Having a family full of both father and mother, father and mother are gentle, outsiders look at him, everyone thinks he is very happy. But maybe those two words are not for you, today two people were born beating, tormenting, being treated not with lumps of animals. They wanted him to be the best, the special, the center of everything. And in order to gain their love, he foolishly complied with that unreasonable request. He rushed to study, regardless of day and night, for the sole reason that he could receive the so-called family love, wanted to receive his mother's hug, his father's teachings. But perhaps, reality and fantasy can't always go hand in hand. In the date beauty he was arranged to buy a new set of clothes. You are horrible, is this true? Now in his hand was a brand new, soft, cloth that was completely different from the rag he was wearing. So how much of your work has already been paid? From now on, you won't live in a miserable state anymore, you will know what happiness is, right?Come to think of it, all the wounds caused by whips and sticks after the cruel tortures left by the father, seem to have no wings to fly. He was excited about what was to come. Faith in life is rekindled, but can it burn for a long time? After that, he was taken to eat delicious food that was not bread, leftover rice soup after each meal, he was taken to an amusement park, where he did not dare to imagine in his dreams. After a tiring day, he was also given a glass of milk by his mother, so warm and relieved, he crawled into his newly refurbished soft bed and quickly fell into a deep sleep. The next morning. , woke up, he was in a completely unfamiliar place, a pitch-black room instead of a brightly lit room filled with teddy bears like yesterday. He wandered, looking into the unknown space, when suddenly, a short man, crooked eyes and nose, overall extremely strange shape came in, he guarded, but retreated to the corner of the room, asked a question. :

- Who are you, why am I here, where are my parents? The old man said: - I would like to introduce myself, I am Stephen, a genius professor conducting experiments on the human body. You should consider yourself lucky for being my test subject. - Laboratory animals ? What the **** are you talking about? I still have a father and mother at home, please return me immediately, if you do not want to go to jail for kidnapping children. My parents are expecting me a lot, you know that?" He yelled angrily. - Hahahahahaha.. Hopefully, you think your parents will expect you to come back? - The old man laughed out loud. - Is there a problem with your brain? Of course my parents would expect me to come back. - Then I would like to announce, it was your parents who sold you here, in exchange for two billion to pay their debt. Hahahahah, are you happy, are you surprised? - The old man replied with his barbaric voice.

- No, no way, how can my parents sell me? Yesterday they even fed me, let me go out, but how can they heartlessly sell me to your crazy experiment, how can they do that? - He shouted, continuously. deny. - You don't believe it but it's true, enjoy your last moments of happiness, tomorrow will be a long day out of the room. - Ha, so I was tricked? Was all yesterday's interest just fake? It's pathetic, how can you be fooled so easily. Disgusting people like them will never love you. Wake up from the dream, Louis.-He whispered to himself.

- Each one of you will have to pay the price for your actions. I will kill you two myself, will make you two taste all that I have to endure.-His eyes show hatred. Tung words, each thought like engraved in his heart, became his only goal in life.Revenge…. That's right, an angel who always believed in life has now been tainted, becoming Angel Fallen, a fallen angel. The young hope that has not yet bloomed has been extinguished, the boy has learned the disgusting face of the world around him, where will everything go in the end?

As old Stephen said, after that day, he was taken to the operating table and performed thousands of surgeries. Organ transplant and then change organs in the body. He was injected with thousands of different types of human body, suffered the pain like ten thousand arrows through his heart. His body seemed to melt, freeze, and then melt again.

But he didn't even whine. Why? Simply because of the feeling that I'm really dead, really dead, dead right from the moment I heard the news that the person I loved the most, the one who gave birth to me was the one who pushed me to death. No longer an innocent boy, always full of optimism and a smile on his face, now he has become a demon, a real demon, a demon who doesn't know what emotions are. , do not know what is resentful, no longer believe in life. He is trained to be an assassin, a cold-blooded assassin who must learn everything to get close to his target, from shooting and making potions to playing the guitar, dancing, and even even seduction. That's right, in order to become stronger, he accepted to humble himself to do those abominable things. He lives like a puppet, a puppet controlled, every day just trying to put on a fake mask to complete his role, to cover that corrupt soul and twisted mind.

He is now the most perfect test subject, the most amazing product Stephen has ever created. He possesses the ability to control the elements: metal, water, fire, wind, lightning, ice, light, darkness, healing, self-healing, and dozens of other abilities. Things that seemed only in stories, in the human imagination, now he has, he doesn't know whether to thank Stephen or hate him. Now, any day, his hands are covered in blood, his hobby is death. It is said that he is cruel, cold-blooded, unhuman and even a monster. But no one knows what he went through, the pain of loss seems too great for him.Yes, they don't know anything, but they still judge others. His heart hurts too, but that's okay. That pain was hidden deep inside, so well that he couldn't even notice it. He couldn't realize that: he had always longed for that thing called warmth, longing for someone else's arms. He dismissed it, denied it, didn't want to acknowledge it. Why, because it was the biggest obstacle in his life. The path he chose... was predetermined, there couldn't be any superfluous emotions, otherwise, the one who died would have to be him. He dived into training, experimented with poison on his own body, acting, defeated himself and now he has enough strength, but he has not yet decided to carry out his revenge. Why? Of course, it's not the time yet, if he do it right now, what's more interesting, right? The next day, everything went on like any other day, training in the morning, killing people at night. It sounds dire, but to him, it was nothing more than a game, a game where you had to bet your life. Another human life ended, I don't know how many people's blood stained his hands...