In this life, in my past ones, I've been called many names. My name becomes a mockery to others who don't know my powers. Despite the form I now am, I remember everything from my past; still feel pain from wounds long 以前 healed. Some call it destiny, other fate, but it's just life. I've passed from one life to the 下一个 without so much as 分钟 passing by. I've died many times, some 由 my own hands. Yet it seems this is my curse, my burden to carry. I have 迷失 all close to me only to have new ones be taken 由 death. I'm a devil, a monster, a necromancer. I deserve nothing. Because of me, many important people in history and many others died. I've even killed those I knew. To live and relive is no joke nor is it anything but lonely. No matter the good 你 do, the power 你 cause, no one can bare it with 你 for long. This curse, this vile possession I alone carry, keeps everyone away. Those 《勇敢传说》 enough to try and get close are killed for their ignorance. For none can get close to darkness without fear. And fear has the power to kill. People say 爱情 is the strongest force in the world; I used to believe that. Yet I have seen 爱情 and watched it fade due to fear and erased 由 death. Even as I carry this burden, the darkness seeps in. The evil in a man's 心 that turns it to sin; it is fear. My burden chokes the very life from me, much as it choked the light, the love, I once believed in. To 爱情 brings vulnerability and that brings fear. But to live and to fear when all there is is light, that has been man's darkest hours. Hope and fear; a constant battle. A 迷失 cause. I've been known as many things. Today I am know 由 the name of what I bring; Terror. And fear is my burden.