Power should not be given if it hasn’t been earned.
Be it true or not, life and circumstances care nothing for it, and sometimes the most undeserving of individuals are gifted with more than they should have.
I haven’t been gifted.
This is a malediction.
Something was taken from me and I am given this mindless tool as compensation – a weak one.
Damien where are you?
You said I’d be powerful, but you never said the price would be losing you.
No, I haven’t lost you. You left me.
It’s been twenty years. Twenty years that I’ve been in this godforsaken foreign world. I’ve walked it all and you’re nowhere to be found. I know where you are. You hide in the shadows. They call you a god, but I call you a coward.
You could’ve told me, you could’ve-
This disgusting magic surges through me and the already charred place gets hit again.
Look at all these people you’ve made me kill Damien. These people that made up the story you were so proud to recount to me. They’re dead now. Where are you? Won’t you defend the people you clearly care more for?
They ask me why.
Why are you doing this.
What have we done to you?
We don’t know who Damien is.
No one has ever see the Grim Reaper. Only the dead.
So I kill them and I ask them to give you a message. Have you gotten any of them?
Why do you do this?
What can I say…I’m angry.
I don’t take well to being dumped.
At least this rampage of mine has been somewhat productive. You don’t care any more for these people then you do me. But I remember now.
I remember what you do care for. Your white-eyed. Your essential parts to make the world work. What happens if I find her? I know who she is.
What happens if I kill her?
Will you come then?
I suppose there’s only one way to find out.