Bloodred Sky
PREFACE
There are only two things left in the world that I cherish – the cross around my neck and the love in my heart. Everything else I've ever loved is gone, and when I consider all that I have done while serving the monster, I can barely even love myself.
Of course, the necklace itself is not as important as what it symbolizes – not only my religion, but my previous life and what I wish I could still be. As for my love, well… I might simply be in denial that it was killed long ago.
The love is still there, but it hurts to even think about; I know that it is now pointless to hold for any longer. Still, whenever I think of that name, I can feel it fluttering about – weakly, but still noticeable. Maybe it isn't dead just yet… but wouldn't it be better for me if it were?
I hardly know what to believe anymore, or what to even feel. Should I throw away my love? Should I continue to hate myself? These answers are the most logical, the most reasonable, but also the most painful.
What I was about to do was stupid. What I was about to do was reckless. But at the same time, what I was about to do was vital, important, and even essential if I were to ever be at peace with myself again.
Taking a deep, yet unnecessary breath, I walked towards the trio of fiends, ready to confront the monster at last.
