...They thought that they would finish me
But I pull through every time... -
Alice Cooper, Vengeance Is Mine
How many times had they 'defeated' him now? A thousand? It felt like it. And yet he still crept back from the darkness they banished him to, Every Single Time!
His so called 'judges', his adversaries, his 'lords', they always failed to thwart his return. Like a nightmare in a fragile mind, he always found a way back, one little crack in the wall to force open and bleed through.
They wouldn't have managed to get to him a single time if not for his old friend. His oldest friend.
One single entity to capture the force of nature that he considered himself to be, where hundreds had failed before.
This time, he would choose to end it himself. Because he knew there would be a way back. He had risen from dust before, and if it's one thing he does not doubt, it's himself.
So he ends it. All for him. The one who's always in his way. No matter. He'll be back. After all, he can't let him get away with it. He can't allow him to remember him as a martyr, of all things!
He'll be back for him. His most hated enemy.
The most loved one.
