As long as the dark ones existed, one thing has always held us back. The pull of the family we were so desperate to protect. The friendships that make it impossible to forget who we used to be. The magic that threatens to undo our most evil deeds. And, worst of all… The love that refuses to give up on us.
Some people just got so much evil in their hearts, and they hide it, like they’re wearing a mask or something.
It’s fashionable in this modern age to dismiss the idea of good and evil, but there is evil, and it finds purchase in good men by giving sin the sweet taste of ecstasy.
I’ve made my choice. It may be wicked, it may mean I go to a fiery and horrible place when I die, but it’s too late to stop now. I will not stop. I’m going to win or die confronting the Master. I will not fade away as a weak old man.