Dear Father,
All I ever really wanted was to be loved, but all I've ever received from you and everyone else is hatred and fear. Why? Because I do not look the same as them? You have created me; therefore you are responsible for my happiness. Are you not? You've cursed at me, hit me, thrown me into the hell of my own demonic and detested soul. They all hate me, Father. All of them. And the one creature, the one thing that would not hate me was the one thing you destroyed. Why, Father?
I do not feel remorse for what I have done. Your brother, Justine, your best friend, and finally your wife. You have brought this all upon yourself.
You left me to roam this world without even the slightest bit of knowledge of what I was, where I was, or even who I was. You are the monster here, Father. You always were.
If you hate me so, why create me?
From this day forth, my promise is to cause you nothing but pain until the day you die. I will return to you what you have given me -- pain and sorrow. Regret the day you were born, regret the day your own two cursed hands made me for I will bring you pain that not even the Devil may give.
I hate you, Father. I hate you.
A Nameless Creature