Chapter 112

Dr. Sinclair had told Winston everything he knew about the true nature of the possession he would soon inherit. He also advised him not to do the same thing he had done because it would end in disaster, just like his. So he advised that he would build a small research facility in the middle of nowhere, somewhere where no one would suspect. He will build a small lab outside and from the bottom of it the real character of what he had been experimenting on for in case someone would investigate and do some evaluation of the said place which is better to be safe because he will no longer be there to guide him and Winston understand all of the circumstances in there so he had it studied and also he was willing for it because his mind and body were telling him to continue the legacy of his family because he was the chosen one.



"How did you get those subjects, Father?" he asked, and he was just a kid at the time, but it was normal for him to talk about it, and he sees those people as just a thing. . . or even a pet.



He smiled as he looked at him; they were currently in his room, where he was laying in bed due to sickness. "I have those Somalia samples, and as you can see, that city was one of the poorest in the world. A lot of young males in there were into drugs and needed rehabilitation because some of them were already mentally ill, so I offered them a contract and money that they couldn't refuse and they gladly accepted it in exchange for me being able envision their sons," he said, his eyes glistening as he tries to recall everything that happened to him those days.



Winston sighs and moves closer to his father, taking a seat on the edge of the mattress. "So you pretended you'd look after them?" he asks, which makes him smile because he immediately understands why he will be carrying on his legacy and why he believes he will be the key to his success even though his time is running out.



He nodded and replied, "Yes, and as you get older, you'll realize what's far more important in life."



Winston placed strands of his father's hair behind his ear with care. "And what is the most important thing in the world to you, father?" he asked, piqued his interest, and he couldn't hide the excitement in his eyes because he saw potential in him.



He takes his hand in his and gently squeezes it. "Money, because if you have money, you can have anything you want, and money can buy anything, including a human being. When you have money, you have power, and when you have power, you have respect, and everyone will crawl and cram to your feet just to be next to you, so don't let them in because you only have yourself because everyone is a traitor, you have no companion for everything, and I hope you remember that. As you can see, the most important thing before you get all of those is money, which you don't have to worry about because you already have a lot of it. You don't have to worry about it decreasing or running out of funds because that will never happen as long as there are people running to this world." He was referring to people who work in the private and public sectors. Winston may not understand it right now, but he believes he will soon.



Winston smiled, kissed his cheeks, tucked his blanket, and prepared to leave. "I will keep that in mind, father, because you are my role model and I will be like you when I am fully man up," he said, which made him laugh.



From then on, he guided his son on what to do and what to learn, and he was home-schooled, and he didn't retaliate because even he didn't want to leave the house because outside was full of viruses and germs that he believes he will be infected, which is why his father built a spectrum analyzer and infection control area so that if the three professors are going to session him, they would undergo in that, which Winston also approved.



They also have maids but they leave the house on weekends, especially on Sundays when Dr. Sinclair has his routine and ritual for the day. Sunday was the best day for him because it was the day of the ritual that his father had taught him, which was preparing the meal that only they knew how to prepare. A meal that was distinctive to them, and that dish was made from human flesh. A special pluck because it came from a breed human being, and that is what they called it, a breed that came from a smart person, royal blood, have impressive skills, or someone who had a special ability that they could call a special breed because he believes that if they eat those things, it will transfer to their system.



Sinclair didn't tell his son because it wasn't the right time, but he was caught off guard when Winston accidentally discovered the basement area that he didn't know about because he was the only one who knew about it.

Then one day he followed the noise and saw a bloody scene, but he didn't startle even though there was fear in his eyes because he was staring at his father who was in his apron and the gloves he was wearing were full of blood and some were dripping. He stares at the person who is currently lying in a stainless desk, his stomach open wide and his head ruptured. He had no choice but to tell him the truth from then on, and he was broad - minded, but the fear was visible in his eyes. He was trembling, and his father waited for him to calm down, which he did for a few minutes.



He then makes him understand that everything he had done was for his own good, and he believes it because he saw the result of it, and then right on that day and every Sunday after that, their meal was special, and he was also helping his father to cook for their dish.



When Dr. Sinclair died, Winston himself practices all of those learning that his father had shared to him and he also will give it to his son.