
by KilometerScarpine
He was not born a monster. He was made one. A boy from a dying world, stranded in an empire built on chains, shaped by hands that knew exactly how to break something without leaving marks. This is how a child becomes a weapon. This is how a weapon becomes a god. This is how it begins.
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