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[Six Years Later]

Looking at myself in the mirror I realized that the years had done a number on me, I am now a handsome boy with raven dark hair and light red eyes with my white skin having a slight tan.I thought of the five years of my life;

[Flashback]

The first two years of my life here in this camp has been pretty miserable.The Zaeim whose real name I later found out to be 'Alfa I Sabbah' is an arms dealer, slave trader and also the leader of one of the most notorious mercenary group in Syria and Iran called 'Almudamir' which means The destroyer in Arabic, adopted me as a son, and now I go by the name Arslan Bin Jafar Al Sabbah.

At the age of two, he hired doctors to take samples of my blood and that didn't go well since they couldn't cut me or do anything to take my blood so the son of a bitch took a fucking drill, ignored the complaints of the doctors and drilled my hand, I didn't take it seriously but after a few minutes it went through my hand and trust me it hurt as hell;I screamed and cried the entire time but he ignored my cries and this made me realize that until I become a teenager I can't call myself invincible.

After a month had passed I saw that he became increasingly frustrated due to him not being able to use my DNA for himself So one day he took me to his secret laboratory in the camp and he made me watch as he killed the doctors to keep my existence a secret and I am guessing he did that to make me used to blood and gore.

When I was four years old, I showcased intellect by reading the English books in his office which made him provide all the teachers and education I wanted and by the time I was five years I was already proficient In Arabic,Russian,Chinese,Japanese,German, High school Level mathematics and Science.

Oh I forgot to mention that this father of mine has been torturing and brainwashing me ever since I was able to able to hold a conversation with him and I think one of his victims is Karim his personal and most loyal guard.But he doesn't realize that his brainwashing tactics dont work on me and that my hate for him is growing by the second.

When I became five years old, he came to my room one day with Karim and some guards when I was doing the exercises from the viltrumite martial arts to prepare my body for the real deal and he took me to the camps dungeon which housed fifty dangerous rebels and defectors from his camp, he then told his men to open the only cell which is the size of a playing ground and told the prisoners that if they kill me they will be set free. He look towards me and said with a smile on his face

" Arslan if you are able to kill of them I will give you anything you want"

And after he said that he left the room with his men.

Before this, I havent killed anyone before and I was feeling nervous and scared because of all the bloodlust I felt from the prisoners but I didn't let him see it on my face because all he has done from the day we met was to make me a cold blooded and obedient, even though I was more stronger than him I couldn't defy him because right now one RPG shot from his men and I would be dead.

And I think this whole thing is to test my strength since I never showed him my strenght so all he knew was that I had a relatively indestructible skin with fast healing,

and currently I can bench press a five hundred kilogram object with ease and seven hundred if I push myself.

And while I was thinking of all this the prisoners gathered around me and one of them broke me out of my thought process.

"Kid, I dont know why That bastard thinks you can kill us but I guess this is our lucky day" one of them said as he came in front of me with a disgusting smile on his face with the rest surrounding me,cutting off my escape route.

I just stood there silently with my hands crossed with a calm face looking at him as if he was ant, and this action infuriated him.

"You fucking piece of shit!!!!" screamed the man as he threw a quick jab to my face.

"Aaaahhhh!!!" the man cried as he knelt down due to the pain and watched with horror as his fingers and hand were broken and twisted towards in wrong angles.

"You people are a waste of my time" I said as I stretched forth my hand and grabbed the mans head crushing it to a bloody pulp.

The other prisoners watched with horror as a five year old boy crushed a mans head with his bare hands with no expression on his face as if he killed a bug.

"Guys dont be afraid, even if he is strong he can't kill us if we attack him together!!!!" exclaimed one of the men as he channeled his fear into rage and dashed towards me.

When I saw him coming I smirked and jumped towards him and before he was able to do anything i gave a roundhouse kick to his head which sent him flying with a twisted neck.

When I landed I dashed towards the nearest person and punched his stomach which made him drop to the ground with large amounts of blood coming from his mouth.

When the prisoners realized three people were already dead they threw all rationality away and attacked me together which ended in a blood bath with me standin in the middle of their dead bodies drenched in blood.

But surprisingly I didn't feel disgusted or nauseous but I rather felt amazing and free as if I were a god squishing some ants. I then started laughing hysterically since I realized that my so called father has broken me beyond repairs.

I didn't even realize when my father entered the dungeon with plenty armed men with horror stricken faces when they saw a boy bathed in blood laughing hysterically when guts, body parts and bodies lay around him.

I only realized it I had company when my father touched my shoulders.

When I turned I saw him smiling like someone who had won the lottery whilst his men were forcing themselves not to puke.

He looked into my eyes and said something I would never forget since he is the only one in both lives who has something like that to me,he told me 'he was proud of me'.

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[Flashback End]

After my killing spree a year ago, every I pass in the camp I hear people whispering with fear ' look is the Shayton' which is arabic for demon and my light red eyes furthur emphasized that picture in their heads.

Even the soldiers became wary of me, which made them give me respect since I was their leaders son and a cold blooded demon.

Currently, I am in my luxurious bedroom taking a full body massage from one of my naked personal servants.

(Knocking)

"Yes who is it?"

"Sir, Zaeim is expecting you in his office" said the guard at the door.

"Ok,tell him I will be there"

"Yes sir"

"Latifa you can go now" I said to the naked teenage maid.

"Yes, my lord" she said as she dressed and left the room.

I then dressed and followed the guard to my father's office.When we arrived I knocked and entered the office.

I immediately saw him sitting behind his desk checking some documents.

"Father you called" I said to him as he shifted his attention to me.

"Yes my son come closer"he said gesturing me to come to his desk.

When I came close to his desk I felt that suffocating bloodthirsty aura around him and my instincts warned me of danger.

"How can I be of service"

"Take this"he said, giving me a document.

"What's this" I asked while glancing through;inside the document is information about a terrorist group terrorizing a province in Syria.

"This is your assignment, kill all the terrorists and leave no traces and after that I will let you go on the trip you asked for one year ago"

Since I came to this world, I have always been inside the camp in the middle of nowhere so after my killing spree i told him i wanted to go on vacation but he told me I wasn't ready. So instead he filled my schedule with weaopns and martial arts training, assassination lessons from himself and hacking lessons from professionals in his group and because of my superior intellect I am even better than my teachers.

"So when am I departing" I asked showing no emotions on my face.

" Right now, so pack your equipment and move out, my men will take you to a city close to their base then from there you are on your own. The time limit is Five days, don't disappoint me"

"Yes Father" I said as I went out of the office.

Outside my face twisted in anger since my father thinks he has control over me,but he doesn't know that I am bidding time to eradicate him for all he has done to me.

I said in my head;"My dear father you dont know the monster you have created" with a twisted smile on my face.

The End.