The first blow to his father's unsuspecting back, that sharp crack of the whip against flesh and bone, the man's surprised cry of pain, all of it had caused a surge of power to course through him as he continued to lash out, each blow fueled by years of repressed anger and resentment.
His body was literally tingling at the look of fear in his father's eyes as he realised that his son had finally turned against him.
The thrill, the power, of beating his father… it was intoxicating.
As though he could cleanse the world of every stain with his own hands.
And then he decided, why not?
He would become the purger.
The one who would carry the fire of cleansing.
The world was filthy, rotten to its core. And he... he was the chosen one to revive it.
By the time he was of age, he had bec
