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Crona.
My name is Crona.
Demon Swordmaster.
At least I think.
I was made to live in darkness.
Because I am an imperfection.
To be unloved.
Unseen.
Undone.
But the snake thought I could-
maybe-
be useful.
So she pushed me farther into the madness.
I was attached to this- to this-
thing!
The only reason the snake spared me a glance.
But still then she was disappointed.
So I tried harder.
Harder to shed the red liquid.
The pretty red liquid.
That I saw the night I saw the small animals.
Now it's too late.
My soul is corrupted.
Black.
Shattered.
Broken.
Engulfed in the darkness.
But that's OK.
The darkness is my friend.
My only friend.
The only thing keeping my sanity.
And the only thing keeping me farther from it.
So I stayed in the darkness.
Until that day.
That faithful day.
The bright light.
That oh-so-beautiful bright light.
It shone after I killed the mean men.
They kept pulling my hair.
So I stopped them.
The light was wielding another bright light.
This one not as pure,
but good nonetheless.
I couldn't wait to snuff the lights out.
But something so beautiful deserves a warning.
The doors only open inwards!
Why aren't the lights listening?
I must kill the lights.
I screamed and tried to ruin the light's perfection.
Engulf them in madness.
They deserve to suffer.
I only managed to infect the duller light.
With my blood.
With my madness.
But oh- the anguish of the brighter light!
It was pathetic.
But-
if I befriended her then-
no.
That's impossible.
I can't be fixed.
I can't be cured.
I'd only taint the pretty light.
So I returned to the snake's venom.
Kishin.
My name is Kishin.
At least I'm told.
But lights will come for me.
They always come.