My scream is primal and evil and love and sacrifice and f*****g everything. The scream sucks my life from me, while also energizing me.
And I curse my father who is burning in hell for creating this disgusting, cruel game.
But then what did I expect?
My father prepared me my entire life for this exact game. Which is why I learned to never truly love another person, so if I was forced to hurt them, it wouldn't truly matter because I wouldn't love them. My heart is guarded from the world because I don't love. And the world is safe from me because I can do what is necessary to prevent truly evil things from hurting the innocent, even at the cost of my friends.
But there is just one problem with my plan. Somehow along the way, my heart opened, maybe not enough to love, but enough to ma
