Legions are formed and legions are broken.  Alliances are formed and martyrs are declared.  In this world, only one thing is certain�� hatred bloom as blood spills.  Hate is the vendetta against all peace and harmony.  Like a storm that crashes into a ship leaving it helpless in a sea of terror.  Welcome to my world��

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Blood poured from my mouth.  There was a searing pain in my gut, an incredible burning sensation.  I was hit, the bastard had cut me deep.  All this over a little bit of treasure I had come across.  He has no right to claim it for himself.  If he thinks for one second I`m going to run away than he`s got another thing comi-GWAH!  This pain�� It`s getting so hazy now.  I must have lost more blood than I thought.  If only I can hold on long enough to rip out his heart.  What`s this?  My hands are trembling.  All I can feel is the repetitive heart beat in my chest but it`s different some how.  The rage began to flow through my veins and sweat began to pour from every pore in my body.  It was so cold the sweat frosted around my lips and brow.  My body felt as though it were on fire.  The second I stood up my adversary drew his sword and took his stance.  I moved too quickly for him to react.  I was so close he could not cut me down.  Shock and horror streaked across his face.  I couldn`t tell if it was because I had moved like so quickly or if it was because my hand was now lodged in his chest grasping on his cold dark heart.

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By the time I got to the market to pawn off my goods it was about midnight.  The moon was full and bright casting eerie shadow figures.  They were like the unclaimed souls of the dead trying to reach out to the living world.  Half of those souls I had claimed for myself.  Ironically, I had no soul myself.  This ��power�� I had received from Samael seemed to be more like a curse.  I could not feel any happiness or joy.  No amount of water or juice could claim my thirst for blood.  It was a daunting reminder of how inhuman I really was.  Hell, the only thing I could feel is pain and agony.  Suffering.  Day in and day out.  This is what happens when you sell your soul to convert hate into unstoppable yet uncontrollable rage.  The power intoxicated me, making me hate more and more every time I came into conflict.  I was beginning to change.  Soon I am afraid that it will take over my body.  Soon��

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The wind blew across the desolate plains of Icyland.  My face felt like it was being pelted with needles.  Though I could barely see, I vaguely remember a cave being around here somewhere.  If I don`t get out of this storm soon I will surely perish.  There it is!  Finally I can get out of this hell storm.  However, it isn`t empty.  There seems to be a glow coming from the small opening on the cliff side.  It was like entering a dragon`s mouth, for I knew not what lay inside��

Two warriors armed to the teeth were sleeping next to a fire pit that was dying down.  This told me that they had been there for a while and probably fully rested.  I myself had been wandering Icyland three days without sleep.  If I had any chance at all it would be to slay them while they sleep.  I took out a razor sharp dagger from my waist and crept toward the closest warrior.  With one stroke of the blade his neck began to gush out blood.  He gargled and kicked so violently that he had flung the embers of the fire pit all around the air.  The second warrior rose to his feet and unsheathed a 6-foot blade.  Magnificent is the only way to describe it.  The glow of the sword was like a warning to anyone who crosses it`s path.  Or even a premonition of the slaughter to come.   I hesitated, and in this hesitation he had managed to thrust 4 feet of cold steel through my chest.  I did not feel the blade go in but I had felt the jagged curves and intricate design on the base as he pulled it out.  Quickly I fell to my knees.  My blood encircled me growing ever larger by the second.  This time I could not react.  This time there would be no vengeance.  Nope, not this time.  The blood glistened and sparkled from the light of the embers still floating in the air.  It reminded me of the blood I had used to sign Samael`s contract.  A distant memory I had all but forgotten.  In my final moments the only thing I could remember is the hate.  Like a storm that crashes into a ship leaving it helpless in a sea of terror.  So is my soul��