There is a child with a lovely jade-like face who never smiles because his parents are divorced.
He lived with his mother and stepfather during their relationship.
He was cursed by them, beaten, gagged, ragged, and given scars and bruises as gifts.

"Pray to the gods, they'll never desert you, they'll help you," he once overheard an elderly guy remark.
His heart swelled with hope, and from that day forward, he prayed to all gods to bless him and deliver him from the mortal world's living misery.
Perhaps it was written in his life that he would live a life of constant anguish and agony, and as time passed, his heart got cold and he was literally driven over the edge of insanity.

The time has come to unleash the demon.
He grabbed a machate and stormed into his parents' room.
He smiled and said out loud for the first time when he gazed at them "What did I do to you after you committed the bloody sin of giving birth to me? Why do I give those lovely gifts?...