From a young age, I was taught that power and dominance were the only things that mattered in life. My family's legacy of cruelty and evil deeds shaped me into the ruthless individual I am today. I take pleasure in causing pain and suffering to those around me, reveling in the fear and misery I can inspire.
Manipulating others for my own gain is second nature to me. People are mere pawns in my twisted games, disposable tools to be used and discarded as needed. There is no room for empathy or compassion in my world – only ambition and ruthlessness drive me forward.
I have always craved more power, more control over those around me. The thrill of achieving my goals through deceit and manipulation is intoxicating. Secrets are my currency, lies fuel my empire.
Building an empire on deception requires careful planning and strategic maneuvering. Every move must be calculated, every word spoken with intent. Trust is a luxury I cannot afford – betrayal lurks behind every corner.
But even as I bask in the glory of my achievements, a darkness lingers within me. Guilt gnaws at the edges of my conscience, threatening to expose cracks in the facade of invincibility I have built around myself.
Yet despite these doubts, there is no turning back now. The path toward ultimate power lies before me, paved with secrets and lies that bind together the very fabric of my existence.