AZRAEL
With Eros gone, I'm left alone with my thoughts — the swirling, manic thoughts of a man who's lived too long and cannot die. But how did it all come to this?
I don't remember much of my memories — the faces I've met, the people I've known. Only key information I'd prefer not to recall, and the main purpose of my mission on this endless earth… one that is finally nigh.
I just have to hold on. Push for another few years, so the thousands behind me aren't wasted with me.
A stabbing pain pricks into the wound etched into my chest, causing it to throb painfully — the constant reminder of what has happened before, and what still needs to be done.
I lurch forward and groan as it begins: another night of agony.
This is the cycle of my curse — forcing me to relive the beginning of my damnation, caused by the stab of a sacred blade.
