Fate is a funny thing. It dictates your happiness and your sorrow; how you live, and how you die. My life, up to this point, had been dictated by Fate. It had led me down a path lined with injustices and paved by the cold stones that were the hearts of my people. When I had finally felt accepted, felt loved by another, it threatened to take all of my newfound joys away. My very being was a fragile boat, and Fate was the tempest, blowing my vessel closer and closer to the threatening shores, tossing and jarring me on the crimson sea of blood. Once you know the dark, it never leaves you. The difference now was that I had at last found my light, and though I was not yet used to its warmth, Fate wanted to plunge me back into the blackness. I am more than just an experiment of life and a stretch of time. I am willing to cut my strings and live my life as something other than a marionette. I do not care about the consequences. After all, I have nothing to lose. I have learned a lot of things since coming to Vittoris, and though I was taught that life and death go hand in hand, I came to the very harrowing realization of something on my own: So do love and war. Some say you cannot fight Fate. I will prove them wrong. Even if it's the last thing I do.

Many people believe that the blind are only those who can't see. They are wrong. Everyone is blind, in one way or another. Blindness comes in many forms. Those who are blind to the evils of the world are blind to reality. Those who are blinded by beauty are consequently blind to the fact that it comes with a price. And those who are blinded by light are also blind to the notion that it is accompanied by shadows. And though I must admit that I, too, was not above being blind. I knew the shadows all too well. My life was lead in the shadow of a wall; I was born shrouded in it, and if it were up to them, I would die the same way as well. The very moment I began to understand the world around me was the same moment it came crashing down. For at that moment, I realized that this wasn't my world. It was theirs. I had previously said that I was not immune to blindness. I knew I was different, but as they say, everybody is different for a reason. But I was blind to the fact that my reason was him. I was blind to the cruel twist of Fate that allowed my captor to become my liberator, and I was blinded again by the same cruel twist of Fate that made my liberator my captor. I was blind to the implications of making a deal quite literally signed in blood, and I was blind to the fact that it would bind me to the life of another for eternity as we knew it. I was born for him. He was born to kill. But, despite being blind to all this, I swore would never be blind to one thing: Though I may wear the Devil's Heart around my neck and His mark on my skin, I will never call myself a vampire's Compeer.