I remember riding on my horse through the green swaying fields as the sunset. I remember every thump of the horse’s foot. I remember seeing the small convent in the distance and how its lights were radiating with comfort. I remember holding him in my hands for the first time. I raised Yaotzin to the best of my ability, but as he grew older I understood more and more the importance of a maternal figure. My name is Abaddon Toxin, I am the king of Mestama. I don’t have much time...I made a grave decision based on a hunch. I hope my son will be a fine man and ruler. I now must pay my debt, my life. May God bless my damaged and evil soul.