Prologue
What a demon that man is! He is a horrible creature that is not worthy of even being called a human, a monster or a demon is a more apt title. Yet I love him so… a curse and a blessing this love is. I have lived many lives, maybe more than any woman should, more than any person should. In each life my curse has followed me, haunted me, and has never left me. Though I have been blessed with an ever-lasting cycle of lives, I can never be truly live. For I have never known love, love that is not bound with tricks and deceit. For in each and every lifetime, I fall in love with the same man and it always leads to disaster for me or for the ones I care for, without fail. I can never live I can never be free. My everlasting life itself is the shackles that bind me. Even in death I find no solace for life begins anew for me. This curse it seems to burn my flesh and soul, a love that feels like a burning star. It keeps me bound to this reality, for without this pain I would be nothing more than a dream, a thought from a lunatic, a mass of energy in the cosmos. The pain in my heart, body, and soul is what lets me know that I exist. Without this love though I think I would have succumbed to the pain long ago. I would have let it sweep me a way, till I was nothing. Perhaps I would have gone mad become a pshco-lunatic Many a men dream of having "eternal life," but it is no joy. This fate is not a gift but a pain given to those who deem themselves great. I once thought I was without compare but how wrong I was. My jealousy grew great and that was my downfall, hatred took root and that was my destruction. I shattered myself in pursuit of unparalleled perfection. Maybe my own self-destruction is what led me here trapped within the swirling vortex of memories and pain. Maybe that is why I choose to forget…