She was everything to me, but they took her.
And with her, they took my kindness and my mercy.
That was their mistake.
Because now all I've got left is a cold heart.
They thrive on doubt.
They feast on fear.
These rachid abomination bligth this world.
And every least one of them will perish by my hand.
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