Prologue
No one is born evil.
Evil is created, not inherited―an inescapable tar that will inevitably succeed in devouring anything that crosses its path.
I wasn’t always evil.
I used to believe the notion that ‘the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree’―some messed up terminal illness that only attacked the fiber of your morals instead of giving its victim chronic, lifelong symptoms.
When I never developed profound psychiatric instability, I realized life is full of choices. My decision to follow in the family footsteps, every life lost by my own hand, was the decisive freewill of a sinner.
In the act of choosing the proverbial dark and stormy path, I allowed my descent.
After all, once in flight, there’s only one way to go―and it’s down.
