You know who I am, don’t you?
I bet you’ve even summoned me once or twice. Gone through the ritual of standing in front of a mirror in a dark room with the door closed. Holding a candle and staring into your own eyes, you’ve chanted my name, your heart pounding with irrational fear. You tell yourself that it’s just a myth, an urban legend. It’s not real.
But let me tell you right now that you are wrong. It is real. I am real.
And once I was everything you fear I am when you’re looking into that mirror. But I am trapped now, forced into servitude by a goddamned angel. My bloody reign of righteous vengeance was cut short. But one day I will be free again. Free to take my revenge, to spill the blood of my old enemies. Then I will be truly free. Free to find whatever peace that is available for someone like me.
If you didn’t know who I was when you started reading, I am sure you’ve guessed it by now.
You’re mine now.