I am not permitted to love. When I try those I love always die. The ones who love them cannot understand the kind of love I offer, because it is beyond anything they can imagine. My love is not fleeting, to last a few years, a few decades and then die. My love is eternal, ever as strong as the night it is given.

Humanity cannot possibly comprehend the depth of it, and so they twist it, call me cruel, evil. They murder those they claim to love, deprive them of a life humanity can only dream about. I've tried to explain it, time and time again, but they never seem to listen.

Now they've killed her again. The one I love. The one I thought might be able to escape the wrath of such ignorant creatures. Love has once more been torn from me, my heart destroyed.

Not by the slivers of wood they deem so effective. Those I can recover from, in time. but they kill my love, the woman I wanted to spend eternity with. They've murdered her and they see it only as putting down a rabid dog. They don't see how much it hurts to lose someone you love as I did her.

My Lucy. My light. I've seen the way they write about our love. They way they twist what they see and hear so that it fits their shallow definition of me. Evil. Corrupt. They do not know what evil truely is. They cannot, until they see someone they love murdered so painfully, until they feel every one of her death pains along with her and know they cannot move to save her. Until they feel their own hearts break in two, because someone has killed their love.

I will not let it go again. I cannot. I have tried forgiveness, time and again. I have tried explanation, running, hiding like some kind of mongrel. I am a prince of my lands. I will not act the part of a cur any longer. Tonight I fight them. Tonight they will pay for the atrocities that have deprived me of her love.