i set out towards the village.

the blood of the gatekeeper stains my hands,
a heavy reminder of the pact.

although i do not know my purpose,
the unholy one has picked me to continue the path.

i fell victim to my own weakness in the past,
consumed by the pain i now wield.

i can now harness it for the good of the unholy one's conquest.

vanquish the light.

bask in the darkness.

let no one know another way.