Is it wrong to not want to die? Is it a sin to be weak? I didn't ask to be born in this fucked up world of myths and monsters, of magic and mystery. Yet here I am nonetheless. A name that's not mine, a body that's not mine. My past and identity may be a lie, but I'll burn the truth of my being into the face of this world one way or another. I exist nonetheless and I won't be denied. A servant? A dead apostle? A God?  Come, I welcome you all, those who don't have any enemies never lived. Become proof of my existence. Another milestone in my legend. After all, it'll make one hell of a story one day.