Most children grow up with their parents as their role models because of how they shape their future and dreams. But for me, my parents were the post card of rebellion.
My father was a well known, still is the king pin of anything to do with corruption and that drew my mother in everyday. She thrived off of the killing, stealing and destruction of their destructive path.
I was never apart of their plan, why bring a baby that will slow you down and put a target on your back when you can rule the world, they would always say. But when you need an heir to take over your man made throne then breed an heir. Their words not mine
Many though my appearance would weaken their defenses but that just strengthened them because they turned me into a human soldier. Their very own trustworthy hitman and the person to do their dirty work
