It was none other than Hatred, one of the seven monarchs of reality. His appearance commanded attention despite lacking ostentation—average height, average build, yet emanating menace through sheer force of malevolent will. Scars crisscrossed visible skin, testimony to countless conflicts survived or perhaps deliberately maintained as aesthetic choice.
Jamie's voice carried certainty born from accumulated evidence. "So you've come, now I'm certain of one thing."
Hatred responded with bitterness saturating every syllable. "And that is?"
"That you're part of Scheminal X," Jamie stated flatly, pieces falling into place with satisfying clarity.
"Took you long enough," Hatred acknowledged without shame. "Yes, we are partners of Scheminal X and our goal is the same as him: reforming beings that are worthy of living."
Jamie cut through the philosophical pretense with blunt dismissal. "Whatever bullshit thoughts you guys have."
