The infant Jasto wept, his cries going unnoticed by the world, but not by the doctor. Having followed the priest, the doctor cautiously retrieved the boy, glancing around to ensure he was unseen, and whisked him away to a farm far from the Franks capital. He left the child on the doorstep of a childless farmer who needed help, ensuring the High Priest would never hear of him again; satisfied that he had cleared his conscience, the doctor returned to the capital, relieved.

A young Franks woman opened the door to find the crying child, and though shocked by his hideous appearance—his single eye and wrinkled skin—she, who could not conceive, saw him as a gift from the heavens. Her husband rejected the monstrosity, engaging in daily arguments with her, but she insisted on keeping him, so he eventually relented, though he harbored a deep-seated hatred and resentment toward the infant.

The mother cared for him for eighteen months until a debilitating illness confined her to bed, robbing her of movement and speech. Her husband blamed the "monstrous devil" she had brought into their home, and she wept at his cruelty and his hatred for the poor boy, fearing the misery that would befall the child after her death. She had hoped to wait until he was older to cure him with genetic modification, despite the monks' prohibition, but she feared she would not live to see that day. She would hear the boy weeping and wailing by her bed, begging for food or water, while her husband ignored his cries; if the noise gave him a headache, the farmer would simply go out to tend the fields or feed the animals. Upon his return, he would toss the boy some scraps to silence him, check on his wife with annoyance, and go to sleep, a cycle that continued for a full month until the boy fell silent. The farmer was pleased, thinking the boy had become obedient, unaware of the catastrophic damage that had occurred within the child's mind.

A child requires tenderness, care, and play for the parts of the brain responsible for emotion and empathy to develop; when the farmer left him to cry for so long, ignoring his desires and needs out of disgust and loathing, the neural pathways responsible for feelings atrophied, and without realizing it, the farmer had created a monster capable of feeling nothing.

The mother eventually recovered and regained her mobility, but she immediately noticed the child's strange coldness. As he grew, she became accustomed to his aloofness and silence; she continued to feed and care for him, yet he never thanked her or smiled, and when she tried to play with him, he would look at her with foolish bewilderment, unable to comprehend her actions. She tried to hug him several times, but he would slip away from her grasp, preferring to spend his time staring into the mirror, gazing at his ugly face and his empty eye socket.

Jasto began to torture the farm animals, killing a number of them every day, and when the farmer discovered this, he tied the boy to the barn door and whipped his back severely while his wife cowered and wept, begging him to stop. He shouted at her, "I told you he is a cursed devil! He is a monster who does not deserve life. You brought this curse upon us!" Jasto screamed in pain but did not cry, for he did not know the language of tears; instead, he learned the language of hatred, growing to hate farms, villages, and everything in them, wishing he could see them all burn with everyone inside.

Jasto did not stop his hobby of killing and torturing animals, and the farmer continued to beat him until he reached his breaking point. Fed up, the farmer took Jasto to a religious boarding school and left him there; the mother wept bitterly for him, and from that time on, she never smiled again, for she had lost her only child in life.

But Jasto grew more resentful, killing the school's pets and hanging them on the desk of the monk who served as headmaster. The monk punished him by searing his body with a hot iron, believing an evil spirit possessed him and was whispering to him to commit these evil deeds.

After Jasto had endured enough pain, tired of the constant abuse, severe beatings, and children's bullying calling him a monster, he decided to burn the school with everyone inside. One day, the monk woke up to find the school ablaze; the students' bodies were charred, and only a few survived. Jasto then went to his home and burned it down with his father inside, but for a reason he did not understand, he did not burn the house while his mother was there; she was visiting relatives, and he did not wish to see her burn.

The Franks Galactic Court ruled it was undoubtedly an accident, stating that an innocent child could not commit such an act, so Jasto was cleared, inherited his father's farms, and money flowed into his hands. He opened several banks and became one of the most famous aristocrats. When the Franks Revolution occurred, Jasto supported the revolutionaries with money to brutally kill the clergy and burn their schools, houses of worship, and the Churches of the Candles. He then spent a portion of his life treating his face and body with genetic modification, paying vast sums until someone connected him with a secret group possessing great power known only to a few in the universe, from whom he obtained his strength. He then fled to the planet Ghlizan and joined the Franks army after Darleon III began prosecuting those who had committed massacres against the monks. He rose quickly through the ranks thanks to his assistance in burning and invading the capital and eliminating the Dai, the ruler of Ghlizan. Thereafter, he was nicknamed Jasto, the Burner of Villages, because he brutally burned hundreds of them, and no one knew the secret of his intense hatred for farms and clergymen to this extent, or the secret of his brutality and cruelty—except Yousef.

Yousef felt tears streaming down his face from the flood of painful memories that suddenly weighed on his heart, and all this suppressed pain nearly tore him apart. He realized that Jasto was venting his pain and hatred for the world by killing innocents and destroying villages that reminded him of his difficult childhood. He was a monster, but he had not chosen to be one; he had been forced into it. Many had participated in the creation of this monster, and now, no one could stop him.

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