I look back at the twists and turns of my long past with no satisfaction, except for the days with my dear Fine and Jerome. They were my life and I thought the pact I made was to save them as it saved me. Trickery was all it was, an illusion of what I wished. Now it uses me to bring souls for it to feed. I feel the love and the pain of each as their memories fade through me with their every drop of blood. Then this woman appears and I feel I can finally remove the parasite.
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