His Vengeance, My Deliverance

. My ninth attempt to

as clear: "Rehabilitate T

student debt wiped clean, and m

or eight life

with "purity." I told myself it was a shell, a defense mecha

t me close. He even smiled. For a fleeting moment, I felt

my bigges

as sterile as the medical room he' d built in his p

ents and his colder eyes. He had the embryonic tissue cryogeni

k, the one he used for his "purification" rituals

he familiar, disorienti

ime, it wa

h Detected. Re

mbodied presence floating in the penthouse I had just died

id open with a hiss, revealing a vault. He stepped inside.

thes hung in glass cases. Her letters were framed on the walls. And in the cent

nce. His d

ssed the hologram' s cheek. His cold facade shatt

breaking. "Just one more time. I on

stent hear

e comes back. But I remember too. I remember all nine. This next one, the tenth, will be the final one.

face contorted with a hatred

ou thought I betrayed you. But I never did. She is the filth that ruined us.

eant to heal. It was vengeance. I was the target of

e saved. He was a mo

Initiated. Fina

dissolved