This was first uploaded on my Tumblr blog and now I shall give it a shot here. I am still saddened by the fact that Valentine doesn't appear in the list of characters here- Oh, well.

Tell me if I didn't notice typos or things like that, yes? Enjoy!

I was a man with no life. If you were to stare right into my eyes when I was first reborn, you wouldn't have seen anything at all, just the complete void of a soulless body that did not know where or who to turn to. Maybe that was why I did not even fight against the Celestial Star that possessed my body, I refused to resist, just letting it take over for I had nothing to lose.

Being thrown into a world I knew nothing of didn't feel too bad, nor did it feel good- Once again I could not muster up anything else but the complete lack of empathy that had always distinguished me from the others, even when I was nothing more than a human walking on the sandy beaches of Cyprus. And it was more frustrating than I thought. Then again, why could I feel only frustration? My face only showed an eternal frown or a scolding expression that I wore in front of everyone, in every situation.

It was not a good idea to defy the rules of the Underworld, I understand that only now, for I was too stupid, too self-centered to even begin to follow the norms and principles that I, as a Specter, was supposed to heed to, regardless of my own thoughts. But I simply couldn't. I was too stubborn, way too...I lack the word to properly describe myself. I can only say that I am disgusted by own behaviour at the time.

What would I have become, if I had kept on doing exactly the opposite of everything I was supposed to do? I was like a demon with no master, a bird with no air to sustain my flight- But i did not care. They gave me wings to soar and claws to kill, but not help for my mind. I think the worse began when I came to acnowledge my strength, which surpassed that of many. Not only was I under no control whatsoever, but I also had the power to destroy many lives with a single movement of my hand- I felt so incredibly powerful that I wanted more. If I was so much better than the others, why couldn't I be the one to control them?

I spent hours flying above the plains of the Underrworld, observing, planning, calculating. I was so sure of myself, so sure of the perfection that was my plan- So stupid to think no one had noticed me. Such a strong Specter was not to be left 'unattended' and in my infinite presumption I did not pay enough attention to the shadows around me, shadows that had piercing eyes.

There's no excuse for my ridiculous behaviour, no excuse for what I have done, but at the time I just couldn't accept the fact that I was being treated as someone of low class despite my rather visible strength. How smug must I have looked, when my Master first saw me? I stood on a throne of made up ideas of greatness, I was as self-absorbed as I could be- My fall was to be great. And painful.

I believed myself to be strong, but when faced with true, unparalleled power I was forced on my knees, so deeply in pain that I could barely breath without coughing out blood or feeling my muscles spasm. As I laid there, so close to death, I could only wish that my hunter would put an end to my suffering. He didn't. He observed me with an emotionless face, as if waiting for something, something that apparently I gave him without realizing I did.

"You are a warrior with no pride. No honor. Like a bird with broken wings tou try to fly, only to fall back down onto Earth." His tone lacked any sort of comforting hint and yet I felt so oddly...Relieved? "I can teach you." I expected him to kill me with a swift blow, but all he did was force me back onto my feet, uncaring of my broken bones. And I did not hate him for what he had done to me. If possible, I adored him ever since that very moment, in which he gave me something I couldn't even fathom. Trust.

He healed my broken wings and taught me how to fly properly with them. I learnt the importance of honor, the importance of believing in something and trusting someone, a single person, with your whole being.

Then why? You, who taught me everything! Why would you do this to me? Have I not been a good enough warrior, have I not been the underling you wished me to be? The fist in my chest hurts less than your actions. Do not kneel. You were not made to kneel, you were made to lead. My companions died because they believed in you, they believed you could be the one to lead us to victory!

I can't do nothing but stare in horror right now. A despicable sensation I wished I had forgotten long ago. I die in front of you, as the underling I had always been, with my knees on the ground and my head low.

I wish I could be the one to heal your broken wings.