It’s coiled so tight. Wrapped around my very soul, the tendrils of hate burning incessantly as they burrow deeper. The darkness has claimed me for its own… and I refuse to disappoint it. The blood of my father has coated my hands along with a few others, but I won’t stop now. This is only the beginning and I have a list of wrongs that I need to make right. I will do anything to protect the ones I love… Even if it means more blood on my hands.