Ends of Trial [part 3]

**POV OF THE NANNY**

In the darkness that enveloped the complex, I watched from afar, hidden in the shadows, my face twisted in a malevolent smile.

The transformation I had awaited had finally been completed.

He, once hesitant, had embraced his true nature, a nature I had always known was hidden beneath the surface.

He had become exactly what I had desired: a being of pure destruction, an unstoppable predator.

Every massacre he had committed, every drop of blood he had spilled, only strengthened my conviction.

I watched him move through the corridors, his step confident, his gaze cold and devoid of humanity, and I felt a deep satisfaction growing inside me.

He had surpassed every limit, broken every chain that tied him to useless morality, and now he had adapted perfectly to the world around him.

This new environment, with its laws of violence and terror, was his kingdom, and he was its undisputed ruler.

I was happy.

Happy to see how my work on him had borne fruit.

He had gone from being a "mere mortal," trapped in his fears and uncertainties, to a creature of pure terror, capable of annihilating anything in his path.

Every scream of agony that echoed within those walls was an anthem to his power, a tribute to the monster he had become.

And I, his humble guide in this transformation, couldn't help but feel a perverse pleasure in seeing what he had achieved.

The world had never known a force like his.

He was a shadow that crept into every corner, feeding on the deepest fears of his victims, knowing no mercy.

He had found his purpose, and he was embracing it with a ferocity that exceeded all my expectations.

He was ready to carry his darkness beyond the confines of that complex, to spread it to every corner of the world, and I knew there would be no force in the world capable of stopping him.

As I watched him prepare for his next act of destruction, I felt a sense of completeness.

I had created a perfect being, a machine of death and devastation that would leave only ruins and desolation in its wake.

I was happy, yes, because in him I saw every dark desire of mine fulfilled, and perhaps someone who could truly compete for the position of patriarch.

I had nothing left to teach him; now, the world was his playground, and I could only watch with pride as he continued to grow, evolve, and become more powerful.

At that moment, immersed in darkness, I knew my work was complete.

He would carry on his work of destruction, and I, his faithful nanny, would continue to follow him in the shadows, ready to intervene only when necessary.

The world would know fear like never before, and I would be there to savor every single moment of his rise.

This was only the beginning.

He would bring chaos to every corner of the earth, shaking the very foundations of the world itself, and I would watch with eyes full of satisfaction as my masterpiece completed its work.

With satisfaction filling my heart, I moved silently through the shadows, leaving the complex behind me.

Every step was a calculated act, a fluid movement that allowed me to slip into the darkness without leaving a trace.

I could still hear the echoes of his massacres resonating in the corridors, but I knew it was time to leave that place and wait outside for my masterpiece.

Once outside, the cold night air welcomed me, bringing with it a sense of peace and satisfaction.

I stopped in a hidden spot, far from the complex's doors but close enough to observe the exit without being seen.

I would wait there, preparing to meet him with a face full of pride and approval.

But I would not allow him to suspect my true role, my constant presence in the shadows.

It was important to maintain his trust, to make him feel still connected to me, despite his growing power.

As I waited, I mentally rehearsed the script I would follow.

I would start with a smile, a warm and reassuring expression, appearing relieved and happy to see him out of that place of horrors.

I would greet him with words of praise, congratulating him on the strength and courage he had shown.

Then, with care, I would ask a few questions, innocent enough not to arouse suspicion but incisive enough to allow me to gather details of his experience.

I saw him emerge from the complex, his step confident, every movement indicating the complete transformation of my protégé into a being of pure destruction.

I waited until he was close enough, then stepped out from my hidden position, smiling affectionately.

"Well done, dear," I began, my voice full of approval, taking a step forward to meet him.

"You managed to do what was necessary. How do you feel now that it's all over?"

As I spoke, I carefully observed his face, looking for any small reaction.

I wanted to see if there was any trace of hesitation, of doubt, even though I knew it was unlikely.

He had fully embraced his dark nature by now, making him more powerful and confident.

"I was wondering," I continued lightly, as if the question had just come to mind, "what did you think during those moments? Did you find satisfaction in completing your mission?"

The words were crafted to make him reflect without questioning his actions, to keep the connection between us alive.

As I waited for his response, I prepared to react to whatever he said.

If he showed even the slightest sign of doubt, I would be ready to reassure him, to strengthen his resolve.

But if, as I expected, he responded with the conviction of someone destined for great things, I would praise him further, encouraging him to continue on his path of destruction.

I knew he could suspect nothing.

The trust he had in me was deeply rooted, and he would never imagine that his faithful nanny had followed him every step of the way, watching and guiding his evolution.

And so, as I listened to him speak, ready to respond with warmth and understanding, my smile remained fixed, satisfied and pleased.

The world was not ready for what we were about to unleash, and I couldn't wait to be by his side as he brought chaos to every corner of the earth.