MY MEMORIES OF THE TIME I FOUGHT IN THE WAR flooded my consciousness, making me sick. To me, it hasn't even been a year since it ended, so it's all still fresh. I can still feel the blood of the innocents warm and wet all over my body, as I killed them to survive. The pungent metallic smell of it.
As well as I still sense that thirst for blood inside of me. That dark part of me that was awakened by Dalilah's magic, for me to become ruthless and murder anyone she wanted me to.
More than anything, the eyes of my victims as I pierced them deadly with Kallisto are all tattooed in my mind. I remember as if it was yesterday the despair in their eyes when they realized they were going to die. And that is one of the reasons why I cannot allow myself to sleep, or it'll all come to hunt me just like it did before.
