Prologue
The dull silver is crying in crimson on the pale sink. My raging hand a couple inches from the blade. I needed to release the demons in my head, but perhaps they are higher. The dripping hand reaches for the knife once again, however, the soft whispers in the back of my mind are getting louder. They talk to me.
You are me, and we are you my Saden. There is no need to release us, for we will never leave. You can help cleanse this world, rid people of those in control of their rotting minds. They are not worthy of living any longer my Saden. No one loves you child, we are the only ones here for you. Go dark-hearted one. Go and cleanse.
