I feel the wind tear at my long white hair as the roar of my motorcycle gallops down the desolate, empty road. I was called to bring destruction, I completed my trade and left. My eyes, as black as my unbeating heart, scanned the grey land before me. Nothing. I am what people cower in fear of, I am what the lone wolf howls long and painfully for as it begs for first light to come. I am what the devil eyes warily, wishing he had never created my kind. I am a cruel, unfeeling, soulless body. I feel no pain, sadness, fear, love or longing. Only hate, disgust, revenge and power fill the place of my bloodless veins. Many wish to never have called me to them. Many more have never lived to tell my tale. Do I regret what I have done?
What the fuck do you think?
- Akar