“What’s going on?” I proclaim, confused. My body violently shook at the beasts before me. “This is none of your concern, please go upstairs” my wife tried to push me away. I see. So the heretics weren’t lying, such a shame. It truly hurts to see us as enemies; not allies. My heart aches at the idea of what I’m about to do, but my beliefs cry out for justice. “My mother was killed by a monster just like these. A tall, bulky orc” I muttered. “What are you talking about? I though your mother left when you were younger” “Ahh yes. A lie” I unsheathed my blade. “Princess of devils, my love, I will make this painless” a single tear rushed down my cheek. Hastily, I drove my black blade through the foul beasts of hell as inched towards the love of my life. Violently, my body shook, throwing me off tempo, yet the show had to continue. This tragic end was written in blood, engraved into fate. I know there is nothing after this, no heaven nor hell, those worlds are simply fractions of ours, living and breathing parts of it. “My love” I whispered into her ear and I drove the blade of the church through her tainted body. I felt a sharp pain in my stomache as I caressed her cheek. As I peered down, I saw an orc’s tooth piercing my abdomen, held in my lover’s hand. “My…dear” I whispered, “Such pain. I haven’t even the time to process this” I received no reply, “my…dear?” I looked up to see a lifeless face of beauty. Slowly, I rested her body on the cold, wooden ground. Outside, masses of monsters surrounded our home. “It seems I haven’t much longer left” I muttered to myself, “I will see you soon my love”. Slowly, I moved my hand into my pocket, retrieving a syringe filled with an orange liquid; I moved it up to my arm, forcing the need deep into a vein, then pushing the liquid in. Instantly, I felt my genetic code alter, I was about to lose my humanity. The last hurrah of a dying man; I will kill them as the very thing I hate; a monster.