Confession

2 years later

My goal is in sight. 2 years I've fought for more than survival, I've fought for my freedom.

Nothing FENRIR could do could stop me, especially when they benefited from it.

When it was time to hunt and fight Aragami, I was in high demand among my peers, including the adults.

I was the only one that could kill Vajras. I still made no effort to befriend people, but everyone wanted me on their team. In between, I took opportunities to ask about other kidnapped kids.

Some knew nothing or pretended to know to appease me.

Others knew and pretended to not to know. These kids too were lied to in one way or another and when they realized it it was too late.

The looks on their faces said it all, and even though they were older and stronger, they'd given up.

I would do no such thing!

I still had to tolerate the therapist. He was well aware of my intent and knowing that I could never be too careful. Some sessions were mild, other times I'd kick a chair on my way out. He's had two years to rat me out, and so far nothing.

The only place I felt comfortable was god-arc storage. With Sameem.

For the coming days, I put the majority of my time into god-arc maintenance and mods.

When I leave this place I don't plan on leaving Sameem behind. When he was in predator form he would curl around me to keep me safe.

I hated looking at my armlet, but I was glad to have Sameem after having no one to trust for so long.

But I digress things have been looking up. The refugee camp was lively again.

The former Indian/Nepal territories were freer to roam. Thanks to my efforts, I had a way through the rest of Asia and even Europe if I so desired.

I didn't care about the tracker anymore.

If they chased me after this, I'd feed them to Sameem.

I just wanted to get out of here.

While I was plotting out my final escape plan, I got a message the Director wanted to see me.

The director never wanted to see me.

We've never met 1 on 1.

Then I remembered that the Director was a regular human being.

And even then other god-eaters were afraid of me anyway.

They always were…

I was almost ready and I already decided that nothing FENRIR did would stop me, even if the therapist stabbed me in the back.

I enter through the door and there he was at his desk, High Ranking FENRIR Uniform probably ordered from HQ.

I stared at the middle-aged man with no respect, or regard.

I just wanted to keep things quiet before I got Sameem and Bias Factor for the trip.

"Kya aap sanyog se hindee bol sakate hain?(Can you speak Hindi, by chance?)" the director said surprising me.

"My father didn't teach me much." I said in English.

I was only five before my Father died, his first language was Hindi I think, but he learned English and Bengali as he escaped Aragami.

He mostly used English with me…

"Pardon, it was shot in the dark as things stand.

For the sake of convenience, FENRIR pushes English to make it easier to communicate." the director said, standing straight out of his desk.

This information was nothing new to me so I said nothing.

"Right, let me start by saying since the beginning I know you've had your reservations against us at FENRIR since you were a child. I still find it hard to believe you're that same child given how much effort you've put in. There wasn't a day that went by that your arrival hasn't put me on edge…" the director said honestly. His expression began to dim and I could feel the air in the room lose its flow.

I wasn't expecting anything out of this man. I was happy to know my early rampage got to him though.

"You deserve to know…the circumstances around your recruitment…" the director said barely able to look me in the eye.

8 years

8 years since that god-eater lied and kidnapped me here.

No one believed me.

No one even acknowledged that such things took place.

8 years and I never saw that god-eater again since.

Granted for the last 2 years I solely focused on escaping once and for all.

I would've loved revenge I promise you. But I had to get out of here first before I could think about it and I had no leads.

"Could this be it?" I thought in disbelief.

The director's joints tensed up from his fingertips to his shoulders.

"The fact of the matter is, you never volunteered to be a ward of FENRIR or the god-eater candidacy. Your DNA wasn't registered until after the fact. I've known that since the beginning when you tried to explain countless times as a child every day before you tried to escape." The Director said.

Thump, thump…

"On the day of your arrival, you came in with a severe concussion, unconscious. Those fools just threw you into the car thinking you would regain consciousness on the way back. But then you wouldn't start moving. The other children were terrified and screamed for help the whole trip. There was no time to get you to a doctor…" the director said solemnly.

Thump, thump!

"There was only time to get you to Armlet Processing and hope the oracle cells would fix you. The god-eaters in question explained it that way to me." he added.

Thumpthump!

Everything.

Everything that I had remotely suspected all this time, the Director was laying it all out.

The staff and older god-eaters treated me like another kid who wanted to change his mind after it was too late to get out of FENRIR's contract.

Under his orders….

For years he lied.

As my escape attempts piled up back then, I was like nails on his conscience, or so he said.

No matter how many times I failed the Director could always feel this looming sense of dread and danger.

Unlike the other kids under the same circumstances, I never relented, I never changed my story, and I never gave up just to have FENRIRs resources.

I had always abided by my father's rule,

NEVER TAKE FROM FENRIR

And the director knew it!!!!

Then he explains how after that day I tried to cut my hand, this feeling of dread and danger only grew.

Even with the report of that failure, the Director nearly broke out in sweat knowing that "retirement" was a realistic suggestion under the circumstances. Not his, of course, my own, even though I had never seen action.

But since I had no oracle infection and a stable armlet, it was would have a superficial decision.

The therapist was brought for primarily active god-eaters, but given my history, the director lamented not sending the shrink to me sooner.

Then just when he was at his breaking point, I suddenly started cooperating.

I didn't get into fights with the staff and god-eaters.

I was learning how to use my god-arc.

Then I became the deadliest weapon for all Aragami hazards far and wide.

Seeing me become a great god-eater somehow made the director even more unsafe.

Then as time went on he knew it was time.

I thought maybe the therapist had sold me out, but it looked like it was just the Directors' own feelings.

All of that explanation paled in comparison however with his final reveal…

"The god-eater on patrol that day…was in fact my son…" he revealed with a hollow breath.

Then it clicked it to me.

Thumpthump!

This whole time he didn't avoid me because of how much he didn't care for me or didn't bother to make the time.

This was to cover for his son.

THUMPthump!

"After that incident, I couldn't go on pretending I knew nothing about my son's actions. You were the last child he "recruited" I had no choice but to cast him out of the branch while I was still able." The Director said grabbing a picture frame off his desk.

THUMPTHUMP!

Thinking back on that day, I could still picture that face, and looking at the director's face I couldn't believe I couldn't see it the moment I walked in!

Both looked of Indian descent, brown hair, and brown eyes, the beard aside facial features didn't differ. The Director was basically an older version of the god-eater!

THUMP!THUMP!

"He argued of course he was doing it for me. My responsibilities as Director pressured me to find as many god-eater candidates as I could. Then when my son noticed the influx of orphans..." the director trailed off.

THUMP!THUMP!THUMP!

I knew the rest...

My veins tightened as I gripped my fists.

"I offer no excuses, I only wished to tell the truth. After I reveal this FENRIR will oust me of my position and press charges. I don't know what I can do for my son other than this. You see I plan to take all the blame, which means I could litigate his punishment. But then that depends entirely on you." he said.

THUMP!THUMP!THUMP!THUMP!THUMP!THUMP!THUMP!

"When FENRIR arraigns me, could you let the blame solely fall on me? Everything you and the other children had to endure after all was my responsibility. Everything." the director lowered his head to me keeping his eyes on the picture frame.

All of this began when the director's son used my family's death to deceive me and set this in motion. That monster used family to deceive and coerce children and right now his father wanted to make amends while still trying to keep his son out of it.

Comparing the two-

THUMP!THUMP!THUMP!THUMP!THUMP!THUMP!THUMP!THUMP!THUMP!THUMP!THUMP!THUMP!

I saw no difference.

CRASH!

I shoved the director through the desk breaking it in half.

CRUNCH!

CRUNCH!

CRASH!

Director of the Sikkim Branch Avan Rhagav

For years he covered up the illegal recruitment and kidnapping of orphans who were not placed as wards of FENRIR or God-Eater candidates. By his son Aadhira Rhagav.

Aadhira was the one who nearly killed me and that was why his father sent him out of the branch so he couldn't be traced back to the incident. But I wasn't a normal child. I raged, I begged, I did everything I could to escape.

I was a constant reminder of what his son did.

The other victims would relent and accept their "recruitment" after seeing the rumors of their families surviving were nothing but hoaxes. For this, I swore he would pay.

I don't remember killing the director...

But I don't remember NOT killing him either.

On my way out I heard him weakly mutter "Pleaaaaase..."

The blood was on me and as I left the office, I crossed the therapist.

He saw the blood I tracked leading to the Director's Office. He must've been horrified. I didn't stop and just kept walking.

If the blood wasn't visible on me, the people could smell it. No one dared approach me.

My plan was to quietly gather my supplies and leave them like dust in the wind.

But now-I couldn't stay a minute longer.

I picked up Sameem.

I got the bias factor.

I saw a jeep and took it out.

Then I left out of the front door,

This place would haunt me no more.

What remained was finding Aadhira Rhagav.

That was my goal now.

It wasn't hard to think where the director would stash him away.

The safest place in the world right now was HQ in Europe.

I would find Aadhira and I would kill him.

This would later result in my first prison sentence.

This would not be the last human I kill...