I feel the rage inside of me
When he tasted death he weakly gave into an alternative. Now he has a vendetta and a bloodlust to eradicate the earth of wrongdoers. He is a hunter, an immortal agent of the Reaper, who wanders the earth to destroy.
I feel the fire and rage inside of me. I am haunted of the targets he’s given me. I know if I close my eyes to rest for a moment that I’ll see them. It’s better to kill if it’s just instantaneous. It’s worse if I have to track them down across the world. Like a serial killer. This is the war we’ve been waging behind the eyes of society. Since the beginning. Since before the first man walked. The archangel protects and we are the bane of his existence. We serve the arcdevil