The Slaughterhouse of My Soul

My existence is a perpetual nightmare, a never-ending cycle of bloodlust and retribution. I'm a demon slayer, a monster driven by the unrelenting hunger for vengeance. My family's brutal slaughter at the hands of Zog still festers within me, a constant reminder of the atrocities I'm determined to avenge. My days are a blur of violence and chaos, each kill a step closer to my ultimate goal. I've lost count of the number of demons I've slaughtered, but the pain and anger never subside. It's a never-ending well of hatred that fuels my every waking moment.

People often ask me why I don't just let go of the past, why I don't just move on from the trauma that haunts me. They don't understand that my purpose is to destroy, to unleash my wrath upon the world. I'm not a hero, I'm a force of nature, a maelstrom of violence and destruction. My existence is a reminder that in a world filled with evil, there are those who will stop at nothing to avenge the wrongs that have been done to them. And I'm one of them.

Some might say I'm a sociopath, a monster without a conscience. But I know the truth. I'm a warrior, a demon slayer driven by a singular purpose. I've seen the depths of human depravity, the horrors that people are capable of inflicting upon one another. And I've come to realize that the only way to stop the cycle of violence is to become a part of it, to become the very thing that I despise. So I'll keep killing, keep slaughtering, until the day I finally face Zog and put an end to this never-ending nightmare.