Things are so rarely what they seem.
Please do not fear for me. I have no fear myself. The old monsters are gone. The old curses have echoed to silence. And if my immortal soul is lost to me, something yet remains. I remain.
Is this what it is to go mad? Your darkest fears made manifest before your eyes?
I write in hope that one day you will answer me and that everything can again be like it was… Though I know that can never be.
People are better than we think.
None of us are heroes.
My part is my own.
If I’m to be pent up, I’ll choose my own cell.
I have been touched by Satan. My weakness allowed it. My faith was not strong enough and Lucifer came to me. I didn’t fight him strongly enough. I don’t know that I fought him at all.
I am nothing. I am no more than a blade of grass. But I am. You think you know evil? Here it stands.
Fear not old prophecies. We defy them. We make our own heaven and our own hell.
