All I remember was the heat and both the lack and presence of great pain. I'm unbreakable, but happiness is a broken tool I search for. If I die, I won't care, I just know I died trying.

No person in the world is 100% good. But there was one. Holy was that person. He'd never hurt a fly, he'd never insulted anyone. But at a disrespectful funeral, he broke his record and God punished him. Now empowered with the devils energy he now carries out God's will. His Name Is Michael Abaddon. He Is The Light Under The Dark. He Is The Anti-Christ. He Is The Devil That Prays To God. He Is St.Abaddon.

Dark, Pitch Black. No movement, all is still. No criminal lives outside of that still, black hat. Neither do I. I wear another hat though. I don't seem like the kind of criminal who reforms. But I've experienced things that put me in the shadow of the hat. It's time to bring light.