Death.
That's what resembled this place.
Nothing more.
Nothing less.
The ear piercing retched screams that deafened my ears whenever I thought about this place.
The pain that scorched through my heart whenever I thought about all those helpless people that were trapped and died because of my actions.
And the forever clenching grip of guilt that always seemed to seize my heart.
Every day I wake to the sound of heavy breathing.
The sound of a slowing heart.
The coldness of fear.
The satisfaction of control, and paralyzation.
And that cold dark smirk that always seemed to linger on the cloaked figure that was always watching.
With a hint of with pleasure whenever I would make a mistake causing the end for one's life, and a hint of irritation at the good that always seemed to cover up the dirty work.
Yet, here I was.
Swimming in this pool of misery, where so many memories where kept, waiting for the perfect moment to be unleashed.
The only thing audible was the constant clip-clop of my beloved black stallion. Charlotte.
Charlotte is one of the only reasons I live for nowadays.
The only other reason. Is to redeem myself.
To prove that daunt full creature that I do not live off the elixir of the life of others. I do not feed off the edges of darkness and thrive on others miseries and fear.
I am not a creature of the night as it is.
I am not a son of the devil.
I stay, Hidden amongst the shadows, waiting for the threats to be made.
To stop them.
To help the innocence.
To help the helpless.
To conquer the darkness, and the people within it.
I am the left hand side of god, the protector of all things good.
i.am.mercy
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