Yarin's POV:
Karter seemed very calm, unafraid of death, and not resisting, just sitting there, lost in thought, staring at a plate of moldy food.
"Linda is dead? —that's a silly question. She must be dead, and a gruesome death at that," he muttered. "Anyone who believed in Azazel met a bad end. The gifts of fate come with a price, and the more you enjoy them, the heavier the price you eventually pay..."
I drew my sword, speaking coldly, "Even without Azazel, wouldn't you continue to do evil? You'd join the mafia, become a thug, a pimp, a drug dealer, a money launderer. Evil is in your bones. It didn't arise because of evil power; it feeds on it."
"You're right, I'm a bad person. Even if I hadn't joined the Lily of the Valley, I would have done all the things I did. You know, when I was eight, I wished to rob a bank, and at fourteen, I wished to rob a bank and kill everyone at the scene so no one could recognize me."
Karter chuckled.
