What is the world but a canvas, splattered in the blood of the fallen. We humans have killed thousands upon thousands of things without mercy or reason. What does that make us? Monsters? Demons? The plague? No. We are far worse than that.
We who are sick and twisted gained power through fear and bloodshed. We have murdered our way to the top. Our status was gained by violence. But where is the humanity in that? Where is the justice for the fallen? Who will rise up to face the war upon our lands?
I, Hazel, will. I will cleanse this earth. For I have the power to control and punish the guilty. I will avenge the fallen. And you will bear witness to the coming changes as I fight the darkness…
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