I lived in someone else’s body for thirty-three years. They raised me “from a test tube” in the heart of a “substitute” heir of the lineage. And then… all those years they were draining my strength to enjoy themselves. Like vampires—right up to demonic magic…
But death set everything in its place. The poor fellow whose body I inhabited was freed. And I was able to bargain with Higher Powers to return to the past and take revenge for what they did to us. Something like this cannot go unpunished!
And when my adoptive parents decided to take my Essence from me again, I appeared to them with these words:
— You woke up the wrong one…