The pain and rage tore you apart. How could he? How could he lie to you for so long, look you in the eye, share a bed with you, raise your sons? Every moment spent with him, every caress, every word, now seemed like a venomous mockery, a carefully planned part of his sinister game.

You recalled the details, looked into the past, trying to find at least some hint, even a tiny crack in his flawless mask. But you only found confirmation of his genius, his boundless deceit. How did he manage to deceive not only you, but the whole world?

And the sons? What will happen to them now? They loved him, they trusted him. How can you tell them that their father is the embodiment of evil, the greatest enemy of all living things? That thought burned the most, turning your soul to ashes. But you knew you had to be strong for them. You have to protect them from his shadow, from his lies, from himself. And you swore that his evil would not touch them. You fought and you will win.