Godstealer - Chapter 22: Year six- Divine Mimicry

... Peak was quieter now. Colder too. By now, Dante barely noticed the frost on his skin, or the way the wind howled like some forgotten god. His body had been broken, burned, and bent into impossible shapes. But nothing quite prepared him for the horror that was mimicry training.

The Trickster's voice slithered through his head like usual.

"You've mastered control. You've survived pain. Now... you'll learn to become everyone else."

At first, Dante thought he meant studying t ...