That's where it all started. Arnur was an ordinary boy. I studied well, helped everyone, that's just it..his entourage took advantage of this. No one had ever done anything to him in return. One day, one of his classmates insulted and humiliated him in front of everyone. Arnur ran away in tears. He came to a church where you could see all the gods, he looked at them. Suddenly, he heard an unknown whisper... Something skipped a beat in his heart. Without realizing it, he walked past these statues to where there were the least people, and then there were none at all...In front of him was a large boarded-up wooden door. At the same time, the whispering intensified, he said only one word, "child..." Unlocking the door, Arnur entered. It was an abandoned room, covered in dust and cobwebs, and in the middle stood a medium-sized statue that stretched its arm forward... A statue of the God of Revenge, Evil..she was beautiful, but only covered in dust. Seeing him, something clicked in Arnur's head. It was his destiny... 8 years have passed since then. Arnur matured and became a student, but that's just it...every night he went to pray to this god, he was called, drawn to him. It was almost like a vocation, an obsession. He said a prayer every night. Even after so many years, Arnur began to keep the room clean: he wiped the statue, dusted the shelves, lit candles, left flowers, and the like. I did everything to make it nice and clean.. He was the followers of this deity, a faithful dog.. A dark summer night. Arnur came back to the church and went into the room. He lit one of the candles and put a prayer book on the stand. The statue was still standing in front of him..