Twenty-two years ago, I was cut from my mother's cold, blood-soaked womb and left in Chicago's muddy, impoverished concrete cradle. According to statistics, I should not have lived to eighteen years on these streets. But fate had a different plan. I am made for one and only purpose: to sow death and destruction in my world. My thoughts are power. My words are weapons. Evil created me while grace tried to save me. But at the beginning...