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We are born to serve, to fight off the darkness that creeps around humanity.

We are taught that through fate life remains balanced.

We learn that life is unfair and cruel.

Here I stare at this locket before me and I feel nothing but a pit within my stomach, I was born to the church, to serve, to live, to fight, to die, and.... yet... in one moment. One sigular moment I lost everything I knew in this world.

I lost the woman I love, the mother of my child, the one who has been by my side for years upon years. To fight as one. To be together as it always should have been.

It's funny, you know. The Oracle told us that I was the one fated to die young, that it would be me to cause grief that would tear away at the heart and soul of another. It was supposed to be me, not her. I am to suffer and live through this life without my other half, part of me has been split away. Part of me was missing and there was nothing I could do, there was nothing I could have done. I wasn't allowed to fight for her.

I wasn't allowed to see her.

And now.

I will never get to it again.

We had a child together, how am I going to tell them that their mother died before they were even one? How am I going to tell them that every moment I look at them, I see my fallen love? This cannot be how man was supposed to live life, for life is too painful it suffers and it hurts.

She was the only one that never doubted me. Everyone else thought me a fool to learn the ways of the Occult, that I would be the one to fall into its seductive embrace and fall into the pit that so many people have found themselves in. She was... my hero... she was the one who loved me for who I was and nothing less. She loved a little Orphan boy. She had a family. Now it's one she will never get to see.

Their first steps.

Their first words.

It will all be for me to see...

I must find something, a way, to get these horrible feelings out of my stomach.

It is so lonely to stand alone.

It is so lonely to sleep in an empty bed.

It is so lonely to know that my wife, Rosabella Corbin, will never return to me.

Yet I press on, I become more, I become stronger and I will make everyone. Everyone who ever thought they could hurt her I will burn them to cinder and ash but I can't do that right now. I am too tired. I am too hurt.

I am mourning a death that never was supposed to be for it was supposed to be me who would die young, not her.

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