Chapter Sixty Three
"Villain Monologue"
I don’t have to wait long before a dark figure steps out of the tree line on the far end of the clearing. Even from afar, I wouldn’t mistake that golden hair or glowing golden eyes for anyone but the Delta. What still surprises me is how such an evil being can look so classically handsome. The Delta appears to be a blonde, modern-day Clark Kent, complete with sharp cheekbones, a devastatingly cut jawline, and completely symmetrical features. He’s tall, too, somewhere in the vicinity of 6’3. If I didn’t know all of his crimes and couldn’t feel the evil radiating off of him, there might’ve been a time when I could’ve found him attractive.
Now, though, when I look into that beautiful face, all I see is the faces of the dead omega. The memory of Madd
