I'm the vindictive one. I'm the shadows in your deepest nightmares. I'm the one who can reap out your soul and feed it pitch. Everysince my rebirth I've been seeking for revange and loyalty from those who ought to perish by the clean and unscathed hands of the lawful lord; the almighty craftsman. No longer shall he claim me as rightful. No longer shall he blame me on the wrong-doings of his moral endeavors. He will hear the loud thud of my hands coming down onto the earth he feels so much smitten with.

No single drop of blood shall be left unspilled. No single soul shall be left uncaged. The promise of my revange will be fulfilled; like all the prophecies by the lonely cold hands of destiny.