Twenty-two years ago, I was cut from my mother's cold, blood-soaked womb and left in the filthy, poverty-stricken concrete cradle of Chicago.

Statistically, I wasn't supposed to live past the age of eighteen on these streets.

But fate had a different plan.

I was created for one and only purpose: to sow death and destruction in my world.

My thoughts are power.< /p>

My words are weapons.

Evil created me, while grace tried to save me. But in the beginning... they tried to kill me.

They call themselves the Seven. They are the embodiment of sin and salvation, everything we have feared since the beginning of time. And their leader is the deadliest among them.

He does not lose.

He does not compromise.

And most importantly, he is not distracted by mortal weaknesses.

Before I showed up.

"Kill one to save a million."

That's what he said when he captured me.

"Kill one to save a million."

That's what he tried to tell himself when he took me in his arms.