I had always walked alone. Never knowing, never loving, never caring. It was as though I didn’t exist, I was just another pawn in God’s almighty game, but I was fine with it. I had traveled the world and I had seen many things and done many more than that. Some people regarded me with suspicion and fear, others merely ignored me, while a few select people cared enough to try and change me. But they always died, and for that reason I work and walk alone. My name is irrelevant. I am the shadow. I am death. I am fear itself. Yet you would not know I was by merely walking past me, my soul is a painful and haunting place, a dark void where nothing exists and yet without it where would I be?

For many years I lived alone and I killed alone. I rid the world of that which is evil and of that which harms innocents. Yet sometimes I worked for these evils. Sometimes I would kill “innocents” who were not so innocent in reality. I am an assassin. A contract killer. One could even go as far to say I was a mercenary, yet I would like to think I was a hero. Someone kids look up to and say “I wish I was that man”. I save innocent lives day in day out. I am no ordinary assassin; I am an assassin for the things that haunt your dreams. Those very things you watch at the movies: vampires, lycans, the living dead; evil, evil creatures that stalk the shadows and exist without ever existing. Whenever you want them to vanish, I’m your man. Without me the rock you call Earth would just be an addition to hell, filled with death and torture for all eternity. You owe me your allegiance. You owe me your lives.

And yet I have no one, I am just another lonely soul walking the planet in hope of finding another soul to return the dark pits it came from. Back to Hell. Do you believe in Heaven and Hell? Well you should, trust me, they exist. And by saying that so does Lucile. And so does God. Yet God is not the person you believe him to be. In fact He is quite the opposite, He doesn’t help, in fact He watches all these evil doings with glee, as though to him we’re all just a good film to watch. It hurts doesn’t it? To know that there is no one there for you, no one to care, no one to help you in times of need. No hero. Welcome to my life…