The fate of cruelty...
The one I accepted.
The one I wore like a second skin.
The one I lived beside—slept beside—
the only companion I had.
It named me.
It shaped me.
It fed me its poison until I believed it was truth.
It told me,
"You are mine.
Not for a day,
not for a year,
not until death."
No.
It said—"You are mine for eternity."
It whispered in my ear,
"I am your curse.
Your shadow.
Your god.
I will walk with you forever.
I am your fate.
And I will torment you...
until the last star dies."
As time flew like dust in the wind,
I became its puppet.
Its marionette.
A tool for torment.
A blade that could no longer cut anything but itself.
The more I obeyed it,
the more I vanished.
My soul—
shattered,
scattered,
forgotten.
The pride I held was fake,
a mask worn over rot.
I called myself mighty,
but I was hollow.
Colder.
Deader.
Each heartbeat weaker than the last.
Until one day…
there was no heartbeat left.
I was not man anymore.
I was the tool of fate,
the echo of a scream no one heard.
I wasn't human.
Not even a monster.
I was death in the shape of a man.
The world…
Oh, the world I once longed for—
the dream of laughter,
of warmth,
of someone to hold—
It crumbled.
Or maybe it was never real.
The world now looked filthy.
Its joy—rotting.
Its colors—fading to grey.
Its people—smiling masks over hollow eyes.
I once thought I was cursed.
But now, I wondered...
Was it the world that was cursed?
The monsters I feared—
they were not in shadows.
They were in people.
They walked upright,
they spoke kind words,
but beneath...
they dripped with filth.
Greed.
Rage.
Envy.
Lust.
Pride.
Gluttony.
Sloth.
The seven sins in smiling skin.
And then—
something horrible happened.
I smiled.
After years,
I smiled.
I felt joy.
I loved seeing it—
the destruction,
the collapse,
the decay.
I felt alive.
But that joy…
was not pure.
It was joy that I felt
because if I couldn't have beauty,
then no one should.
If I couldn't have light,
then let the light vanish.
Let the world crumble with me.
That joy was my sin.
It shattered me again,
but this time... not into pain.
It shattered me into truth.
I had become something else.
Not a demon.
Not a devil.
Not a monster.
Worse.
Worse than all of them.
Because I smiled at ruin.
Because I enjoyed the fall.
Because I wanted it.
And I asked myself:
Why?
Why did I smile?
Why did it feel good?
Why did I find peace in the world's corruption?
What have I become?
Have I truly left humanity behind?
Have I become something so dark
that even demons would fear me?
Something the world would deny ever existed?
I kept watching the world rot.
And I smiled.
And I hated myself for it.
And I kept asking...
Why?
Why am I like this?
Why did fate choose me?
Why couldn't I die?
Why am I the last one left
in a world that mirrors what I've become?
I kept asking.
And I keep asking...
Still.