Feeling Human
Why do I do it? You really want to know?
I do it because I can, because I can finally take it out on the people who have what I want. What I need, the very thing that I crave. They have their humanity.
Don't give me sympathy, don't give me pity. You can never understand, never even comprehend it. When you have lived through what we have, then you can understand. Then you can feel the intense longing, the insatiable desire. The emptiness.
Hell isn't what the Bible makes it out to be. It's far worse. Every day, you have your skin stripped from your body, piece by tiny piece. And that is just the tip of the iceberg. The real pain comes afterwards, when there is nothing else to pull off and they leave you. Your flesh grows back. So fast, so painful. Like every fibre of your body is burning and pulling you in every direction ripping you apart.
Then they tear at your skin all over again. They can do this for twenty, thirty times a day. Each time more painful than before. Imagine that for one day. That is more than any one soul can ever bear. Now imagine it for twenty years, thirty, forty. Imagine it for a century. Now tell me I'm evil. Tell me that taking my revenge isn't justified. Whilst I was being ruined, twisted into what you see before you, these people were walking around like they were shining examples of heroics. See how far their heroics take them when they cross my path.
Imagine what a life like that would do to you. When we finally manage to break free, there's nothing left. No pain, no pleasure. No grief, no love. No courage and no fear. Nothing left at all. The only thing left, the only emotion we have is anger. And the only way to slake its insatiable lust and to feel anything else at all; is to kill. To feel their life draining away. To be able to look into their eyes and see the light fade from them. There is no other feeling like it and every single second of it is utter bliss.
The closest we can get to life, is to take it. Imagine a life like that.