They left me. Just like He said they would. He said that they would abandon me for another, that in their eyes I was just strange, weird, said that in their minds I was worth nothing. Redundant. Worthless. He said they would change and then they along I thought that he was wrong and I was right.
I was wrong.
I always pushed him away, never tested Him out. People always said he was evil. But there's no such thing as evil. Good or bad. White or black. Grey, that's all there is.
And then He convinced me. Tore me apart. Ripped out what I truly felt and replaced it with His twisted emptiness.
I can remember the look on the their faces well. So well. Too well. I can see it even now, still burned into my memory.
It was fear, unadulterated fear.
The first strike was the easiest. None of them ever expected me to do what I did.
And yet the first kill was hardest. Not because he put up much of a fight, because he didn't.
But because he still trusted me.
But because in my heart I still respected him.
But because in my heart I still loved him.
I remember us all coming together in the beginning, all five of us. It was always us versus them, the good guys versus the bad guys. But we was wrong, we were all so wrong.
And then, it was over. And after that it was easy. Almost dream-like. They all went down; one by one, each screaming and cursing, but never really trying to hurt me.
The unneeded.
The unwanted.
The lone raven.