My Eternal Descent into Madness

As I stand in the darkness, surrounded by the stench of death, I am reminded of the abyss that has consumed me. My mind is a maelstrom of rage, a cauldron of hatred that boils over with every mention of Zog's name. My family's slaughter at his hands has left an indelible mark on my soul, a scar that festers with every waking moment. I am a monster, a creature driven by a singular purpose: to destroy all that is evil, to eradicate the scum that has taken everything from me.

The world sees me as a demon slayer, a hero in their eyes, but they have no idea what it's like to be consumed by the very thing they fear. I am a vessel for my hatred, a tool of vengeance, and I will stop at nothing to achieve my goal. I've lost count of the lives I've taken, the demons I've slaughtered, but it's all just a means to an end. The end being the destruction of Zog, the one who has haunted my every waking moment for so long.

Sometimes, in the quiet moments, I wonder if it's all worth it. Is the cost of my sanity, my humanity, worth the satisfaction of finally laying my hands on Zog? The answer, of course, is a resounding yes. For in that moment, I will be free, free from the burden of my hatred, free from the weight of my vengeance. But until then, I will continue to walk this path, a path of blood and fire, a path that will ultimately lead me to my nemesis, and my own eternal damnation.