So you pitiful souls out there simply refuse to let me live in peace huh? Could you not feel the stinging pain nor hear the thunderous cries, did you not notice the nightly sobs and the endless tears? Would nothing move your hearts of stone? You think you could break me don't you? I forgave your childish ways, your incessant teasing, the cruelty with which you treated me. So I suppose it wouldn't be too much to ask for to allow me to put the unhappiness behind and embrace life like I did so long ago. But damn you, you had the nerve to bring forth the past, to build your wretched happiness upon my poor fragile heart. Demons, what do you want? To see my soul crumble and bleed? To hear my piercing screams under the torrential torture? No, you shan't, I tell you. My fort shall hold, you will not see the tears flow even if they do. Back off, do not try robbing me of my soul, lest you want to feel the blade of my trusty carving knife. It'll be your last scream when you see the blade descend upon you my darlings, and perhaps when all the evilness in you has oozed out together with that black blood of yours, you'll come running to me pleading for forgiveness. When that moment comes, I shall gallantly welcome you to my league-- the dead.