My curse is anger. I get so angry I bleed straight from the soul, unable to choke back all that threatens to overwhelm me and anyone I'm close to.
My eyes see through blood.
My soul was tainted by rage since creation, my past lives plauged by flames borne from the hell of my own sins, cycling through mistake after mistake.
My fate is certain to be painful, I am resigned to my punishment.
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—𝐇𝐚𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐧
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