Renovating Hell

Prologue

Everything about me is a lie.

Yes, it's true. My life has never-ending chains of lies and masks.

I lied all my life so I can continue living.
I tricked people for me to be able survive in this world full of unending agony and hatred.

What is it I want to seek for living?

I continued living to kill people. That is what I believe my purpose.

Why kill?

I kill people to fulfill my desires.

Nah. I really don't know what I truly desire in my life so I can say that all Im doing is a total mess.

Can't I stop?

No I can't. I pulled the trigger a long time ago and now I already crossed the limit.

What limit?

A damn place for people like me.
I have to be in here and play like a demon that I'm supposed to be.

How can I survive from this place?

I masked myself so no one can ever know who I really am. I shut myself in the world of darkness so no one can ever break my system.

Silly. Do I know who I really am?

From many lies I've created, I don't know which one is the truth and which one is a lie, and that includes my real identity.

Dumbass. You don't have an identity to start with remember?

Wrong. I have one, but I lost it when I began this disgusting path of blood shedding.

Am I supposed to retrieve it? Will it make me happy?

Nah. It won't. I must not do something like that. Being happy should not be in my vocabulary.

But why?

Simply because I can't. I must not feel anything. In the state I'm in, I can't turn back anymore.

No. I survived and learned how to fight for myself so I must do what I want, right?

But I'm a Mafia and I did all sorts of bad things almost my whole life.

Indeed I am, but is it wrong to dream that one day I'll be able escape this damn HELL?

(c) Alaric Randgris