Chapter Twenty Three

While the rain poured there was not much to think about but Zohan’s mind was filled with thoughts. His brain kept repeating moments back from his childhood when there was peace and contentment for him. Though he had realized that early that he was the destiny of Carnival and no matter what he had to and will be tied to the brutality of the underground. So, instead of being swallowed by it, he devoured it.

There was not a night where he did not feel the need to destroy the world. It threw his way every sort of cruelty possible and expected him to act against it.

He did, but with no one beside him. The power he had gained from being broken again and again and correcting himself, again and again, was something so very dangerous it resulted in his heart turning cold.

Zohan was looking up at the ceiling. He was sure what he was doing was right and the pleasure it bought him was what he deserved. His innocence was killed. Just a little more by his grandfather.

The door was knocked on as