I was once human. But I am no more. Now, I am better than a human.
I once felt pain. I once felt comfort. I once knew rest. I once knew sanity...
I once knew love.
But not now. Now, I need none of those things. I am better than them, for I am better than a human.
I no longer fell pain. I am invinsible.
I know not a thing of comfort. My body is beyond such lusts.
I never sleep. for I never grow tired.
I am no longer sane, I have no control of my actions, yet I am ever aware of the present.
I know not of love. Everyone despises me.
Yet I dont blame them, for you would hate an insane monster such as me, driven to kill just for pure enjoyment.
But I used to not kill for amusement.
Oh no, I only killed to protect those I love.
Yet those I love have left me.
Or, so I'm told. By the Mask.
The Mask is what started all of this. Years ago, when I first got the mask inside the moon in Termania...
I put it on the battle Majora, but I had no idea what I was getting into.
I had my senses at first, and I controlled myself freely.
But the more I wore the Mask, the more I became corrupted by it's whispers of power.
And by the time I had returned to Hyrule, I was fully under it's evil grasp.
The Mask is like a leech.
The Mask will remain in the world, yet it cannot thrive.
Unless it has a host.
I am it's host.
I should have abandoned it after my duel with Majora, but when I wore the Mask, I felt so strong, so in control.
Not like the twelve year old Hylian I once was.
I would give anything to go back those seven years and rid myself of the Mask.
For seven years.
For seven years I have been possessed by it, to do it's bidding and it's will.
But it is too late for that now.
I am a monster.
I am the Fierce Deity!