My Insatiable Lust for Carnage

As I stand over the mangled corpse of my latest victim, I feel a sense of satisfaction wash over me. It's a feeling that's become all too familiar, a constant reminder of my unrelenting quest for vengeance. My family's slaughter at the hands of Zog still festers within me, a wound that refuses to heal. I'm a demon slayer, a monster driven by my insatiable hunger for carnage. My existence is a never-ending cycle of bloodlust and retribution, a perpetual nightmare that I've grown accustomed to.

The stench of death clings to me like a shroud, a constant reminder of the evil that I've eradicated. I've lost count of the number of demons I've slaughtered, the number of lives I've taken. It's a numbness that's become a part of me, a numbness that I've learned to live with. But it's a price I'm willing to pay, a price I'll continue to pay until I've finally laid my hands on Zog. My heart beats only for one thing: destruction. And I'll stop at nothing to achieve it.

The screams of the damned still echo in my mind, a haunting reminder of the horrors that I've witnessed. I've seen things that no human should ever have to see, things that would drive a normal man to the brink of madness. But I'm not a normal man. I'm a monster, a creature driven by my rage and my desire for revenge. And I'll continue to feed on the fear of those around me, until I've finally achieved my ultimate goal: the destruction of Zog and the eradication of all evil.