Chapter 2 : From angel to devil, sin is formed.

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...

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