I was born again dead.
Strange as it may seem, that's the only definition I can find to explain the turn of events. What brought me here to the way I am and to the things I have done came with the happening of my death. To some it may be a conclusion, but it was just the beginning of my journey. It's a twisting mind-bending road that perception to ones alive self would find difficult to grasp, but I was still caught in it. The Maelstrom of circling around the corners of the world as I had once knew it where suddenly shattered. I was again as myself; but different. People who knew me still did, but had a different perception of me. People who didn't know me knew me as I was. People who sought me wanted to change my nature into a dark perverse thing. People who where hiding from me knew the secrets I needed to know. And those waiting for me weren't looking for me.
To make this simpler, I would have to give an example of the simplest form:
Faith.
Whatever you believe as a passing-on into the next stage after death, I was it. Incarnate, angelic, hell-bound. All-in-one-of-a-kind.
And I had a murder to solve; my own.
A Story by Eo Thorne