by olvidado.1
I have lived countless years… Were they one thousand? Perhaps two thousand?Life is as fleeting as that of any mortal: brief, steeped in blood, in grief, in lamentation.What is happiness? A lie told to those who flee from harsh truth?What is life? What is death? What is immortality?And above all… who am I?They say power belongs to the chosen. Lies.Nothing but hollow tales and pretty words to veil falsehood.Empty promises.The sweetest lie is the one that destroys you.Here, only strength is real.If the world will not give it to you, then seize it.Make it bleed. Let the heavens weep.Let the whole world tremble beneath your power.
