You don’t ask why a fire burns, why an ocean rages, why a plague spreads, why a child dies, why the snake bites, why a son kills his mother, why the flesh always rots. Don’t ask me why I fight.
I am what I am. I am a slayer, locked in death’s cold and constant embrace so that I may forever bless others with the sweet release of murder.
If you think you are a slayer too, then perhaps you should come find me. You cannot have life without death – it’s The Duplicitous Edge that we all walk upon.