It's coiled so tight.

Wrapped around my very soul, the tendrils of hate burning incessantly as they burrow deeper.

The darkness has claimed me for its own... and I refuse to disappoint it.

The blood of my father has coated my hands along with a few others, but I won't stop now.

This is only the beginning and I have a list of wrongs that I need to make right.

I will do anything to protect the ones I love...

even if it means more blood on my hands.