Protectively observing

My entire life I’ve known nothing but hate, murder, lies and deceptions. My very existence is rotten. My mind thinks of nothing but of the ways to torture my victims. I’m stronger than most of my kind which gives me the advantage to overcome large crowds of my helpless prey. I also have sharp senses that come in handy when hunting these puny mortals. My black soul has always desired pleasure. My definition of pleasure is taking what I want. And I’ve never had trouble with getting what I wanted; until now. Hating mortals simply because of what they are was pleasurable. Robbing them of their souls to fulfill my empty being has always been pleasurable. Lying to get what I needed, to get where I wanted has always been pleasurable. Illusions- confusing mortals of what I am, of what I am to do to them was pleasurable. I’ve lived off my pleasure. Having nothing more than that, but she ruined it. I can no longer stand to hate mortals because she is one. I no longer want to kill them because I do not hate them. I no longer try to trick mortals into my devious plan to steal their soul. This is simply because of her.