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Flames soared into the sky, dyeing half of the night red with blood.
Legion Commander Angelo gazed into the distance at the fierce fighting, then turned his attention to the young man in front of him, his lips twitching slightly.
He'd known early on that Ansu was destined for a dark future, an immeasurable potential to become a scourge on society.
Yet he hadn't anticipated that there was no need for growth – the kid was already a scourge in his youthful form.
He was born for the Esoteric Religion.
As the commander of the Legion of Pain, he considered himself to be quite the scum of the earth in terms of morality, but he never expected there was still room for improvement in the realm of moral depravity.
How did this guy turn out to be even more of a natural-born scumbag than himself?
Angelo still remembered the conversation they'd had the day before, when Ansu had come to see him:
'I am certain of it now.'
