El Santo

Summary

I didn't know darkness and evil lurked inside me until I had to murder to survive, forced to become my own worst enemy. With so much blood on my hands, I was surprised I could still see my own skin. I killed, I tortured, I loved. I played God while I was rotting in a fiery inferno. Thriving on control and power was the only way I knew how to live. There were no other options. If you weren't my friend, you were my foe. If you weren't with me, you were against me - traitors, as I called them. There were no imaginary lines. I'd crossed them all. No boundaries, no second chances, no redemption-not for me, for them, for anyone. Only for her.... She loved me, always convinced I was a saint, never believing I was just another sinner, a monster - until it was too late. Except, I didn't choose this life. It chose me.

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