I'm not human. I'm an animal, because the father who sired me is an old beast. I killed an unborn child who shared half my blood, and turned my claws on two old people who may or may not have been innocent. But I was truly happy, so happy I could die, watching them suffer. That's what they call being a pervert. I've become so twisted that I can never go back to being normal. If Heaven punishes me, I'll die childless and in agony. Even then, I'll be happy, because I've been dead for a long time. I'm a skeleton dancing in funeral clothes, laughing as I trample the corpses of my father, his lover, and their child.
This novel and its characters are purely fictional. Any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.
