Emptiness is a funny thing. It'll creep up on you if you don't look out, but I won't let that happen.
I can't let that happen.
I've given up my family, my friends, my life…In short, I've come too far now to turn back. I live a new life, and turning back wouldn't benefit me. I desire power, revenge! Who cares if blood must be shed along the way, who even cares if my own flame must be extinguished to accomplish my goal? It simply does not matter.
A lone voice sometimes whispers to me, "Will this truly be worth it?" But the moment soon passes, the flashbacks of all that has been lost drowned in the tortured screams within me, my one overpowering instinct to rule, to kill, to inflict beating out any doubts or creeping tendrils of this emptiness. And that is why I am unstoppable. Nothing matters to me in this world anymore, and if I stop to think I might stumble, but I shan't, for all of my mind and soul will be focused on this single task set before me. I have no regrets. Yet, despite all these safeguards, why do I still feel so…empty?