If you ask anyone if they'd like to live longer, you can bet anything they'd say yes. They haven't been through the Hell I have. At this point in time, I would give anything to die, not live. If I told you who or what I was, you wouldn't believe me, as I am the last of my kind, and am known to the public as dead. I've watched over the world for as long as I can remember, and it astounds me how humans and demons live together in peace, almost as much as the fact that I am the very last full Youkai. I pray for the darkness to come to me, and wrap me in its cold, unforgiving, and embrace. I long ago accepted my fate, but still I long for release. Something comes to mind; I wonder why I had never thought of it before. As I walk the long trail to my fate, I remember my younger brother... I loved him, though I had never treated him as such. But alas, he is long since gone and out of the memories of all but myself. My last thought as I plunge the blade of my brother's fang sword into my chest and free myself from this utterly meaningless existence: We shall meet again, dear brother.