he knew he was different.

He enjoyed pain. Inflicting it. Seeing it swim through the eyes of others.
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His mother suspected what he was, a sociopath, like his father. He loved hurting animals and never smiled. She did everything in her power to instill goodness in him.

But, would nurturing him with goodness be enough, when at his core he was pure evil?

Only time would tell.

Or, would time help him see that if he gave in to his true nature, he would grow to be something more powerful than even he knew possible?