When the going gets tough, the tough reload.
I am the scary thing that goes bump in the night. Born without my father’s knowledge, I was raised in seclusion by a mother who would give Freddy Krueger nightmares. I didn’t ask for this life. I never wanted this life, but I do want what’s owed me– world domination. And if that means taking my father’s life and killing off everyone and everything he holds dear, that’s fine by me. I’m not attached to much any way.
But things are not as simple as they seem. And life doesn’t turn out as we plan. Walking in my father’s footsteps isn’t as easy as I thought it would be. Not to mention, meeting those people . . .
They explain a lot to me about how my father became the Malachai he was.
I never thought I had a choice in who and what I became. That only my father had that luxury.
Suddenly, I’m beginning to wonder. Are we born to fate? Or is fate what we make?