Knowing you are birth from chaos, bloodlust and evil incarnate tends to give you a rather bleak outlook on life.
The stars were losing their light and the galaxies raged as a result. This was one of the many things plaguing me.
I was the ultimate tool, a piece to freeing Toya from my father’s clutches and I possessed infinite wisdom; a burden so heavy my bones quaked from the pressure, but these were minor issues, nothing comparable to the thing that was crushing me.
There was an emptiness inside of me and it terrified me. With an uncle like death hanging around, it was only a matter of time before I was consumed and lost among the cosmos, only to be a speck of dust to a once brilliant star.
But I wasn’t a star.