In the mythicall world of powers,faries,wicthes,etc..

You were a doll.His doll. His killing machine. Scaramouche created you identical to himself. Immortal, strong,heartless and emotionless

"You see that man, Angela?" Scaramouche stopped on his tracks that caused you to stop too. He brought you in the middle of the lively park with so many people.

"I want you to kill him for me." Scaramouche pointed a man in the middle.

"Bring me his heart." He said codly while glaring at Angela angrily