The real Jonathan Morgenstern's story is left untold, how did he become so inhumane and violent? This is his story from the point of inception with flashbacks to his dark past. Rated M for violence, cursing and minor suggestive sexual themes. So, this is a story about the real Jonathan Morgenstern and how his father created him into the perfect weapon and I hope to create a story behind his evil and inhumanity. Please subscribe to get updates, thankyou.
Warning – Do not read unless you have read City of Glass. Do not. It's one MASSIVE spoiler.
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Prologue:
The light reflected brightly on Lake Lyn, mirroring the moon's beauty as it hung gracefully between the stars. The waters lay still as the night; the soft peaks of waves were nearly invisible to the naked eye. The cursed lake held secrets many did not understand, those who did chose not to believe. How could something so beautiful be so deadly? Those whose lips touched the water would be cursed, the water slowing strangling their brain with hallucinations and misguidance, and for this reason the Angel's waters were left untouched. There were many stories of the creatures that lived beneath its waters, centuries of uncontrolled imagination and myths bringing the lake to life. Often the lake was deserted, fear emanating at the back of the mind, deterring people away.
This night was no exception, the waters were deserted and the only life stirring was that in the trees nearby. The only sounds to be heard were that of nocturnal creatures and muffled cries. In the distance lay an undersized house, shadowed and concealed by threatening trees, alone in the woods where no wanderer would find. Who'd dare amble alone in these eerie woods, stories of the frightful creatures found in these woods deterred people away, leaving it a perfect place to withhold a secret. From this house you could take a glimpse at the water's edge and the waves that lapped elegantly on the rocky shore, though the house's inhabitant had never once set foot outside the lake, let alone seen its true beauty.
From a distance one wouldn't be able to hear the muffled cry of loneliness and anger that would have pained one's heart, this cry was deep with long- forgotten emotions that had been pushed back into the deepest parts of the mind. The hatred that this trapped creature felt was strong within these cries of revulsion and anguish, for cloaked within the four walls was Valentine's ultimate weapon, a well protected secret that would allow his revenge.