perplexed_
My repudiation did not serve me justice.
I'm a blood bound monster, feeding on the innocence of human life destined to watch my loved ones die one generation at a time.
Was it worth it? Was it worth giving up my morality?
He's dead now and any memory of him was burned to ashes by a gang of exortionists.
They hate me, and I could never blame them.
I'm beginning to hate myself too.