Luther Prologue
Ariel
Death.
I watched for years as death was delivered day after day to more men and women than I could count at my young age. I sat mutely as my father killed to get what he wanted.
I tried to protest as he murdered family after family to sell their children into slavery. My cries went ignored as much as theirs.
Destruction.
I was raised in it like others were born to have play dates and go to nice schools with caring families. I watched from the sidelines as other kids ran to their loving parents, went to birthday parties, and joined soccer teams.
While I had to keep track of how many little girls an Arabian prince wanted to buy, or what type of boys a Chinese CEO wanted delivered. Why a Russian diplomat needed another shipment of babies?
I minded the books, took the payments, and organized deliveries.
I was every bit as culpable as they were.
Death.
That is my fate.
Destruction.
That will be my revenge.
