Noone ever truly wonders about me. They think that I don't exist and the ones that think I am real think I'm evil. Every day I ask myself "Am I evil?" and the answer I get is I don't know. I don't kill for pleasure but I still kill. My life is so difficult and noone knows about it. Truth be told, I don't understand why I do what I do.
It's just been like that since I was born. I'm not afraid of killing people but I do know that when civilization comes to an end I'm going to have to answer a question: What happens to me? Do I finally die in this GodForsaKen shithole? Do I just cease to exist? Noone would've ever thought that I would be afraid of dying, but I am. I don't know what will happen in the endrun but I do know that whatever will happen is not good.
I remember when War and I watched as the trojan battles kept going on and on and on until one day we just left. The last time I saw him before I took his life away was in the year 1945. We watched the atomic bomb drop in Hiroshima. Now it's 2010 and he kills the one true love of mine. But before that he was stuck in Hell with Lucifer and Beelzebub.
My other brother Dream/Nightmare once told me that if you take away everything that a man has, then you've got a dangerous man. That was my twin Warr.