• I am cursed. The taste of bitter crimson rested on my hungry lips, haunting me, remindning me. I am the last of what was once a proud destiny that went horribly awry. I am the experiment, the test subject of this gruesome world. I shrink away into the shadows, away from hearts that don't understand, that don't feel. I have learned to mistrust my hope, my life, my love for nothing in this feeble planet can save me and itself now. I must satisfy my hunger, a hunger that never leaves. The hunger for flesh and blood becomes worse and worse as each century passes on. The need to feel bones break and the life ebb away from the innocence has become second nature. I must feel it. I must taste the sweetness of anothers death. I am unsure as to why fate had chosen me, a simple creature. I had feelings once. A heart stood where the darkness now overshadows. But it has been so long since I ever had remembered the feeling of love. Of prosperous joy. Of freedom. I have long since forgotten the touch of soft hands sweetly holding me, consoling me. But the only thing consoling me now is the darkness that blocks out any possiblity of seeing even a small ray of light. As the world crumbles beneath me, I will forever stand in the shadowy midst of your mind. Lowering my weapons, I will witness the destruction and watch the human race fall about me.

    One, by one, by one, by one...