"Ever asked for a light?", I muttered in the cold winter air.
Someone might give you one, flick a spark from their lighter burn the tobacco of your cigarette, bah, unfortunetly that's nothing but a temporary flame, a speck in existence.
My own eyes were sent ablaze multiple times, the burning sensation of pain yields no greater harmony, then that of a centaur piper.
Spending day in and out of that gang...
Oh yeah you probably didn't know that did you, I'm scum, or at least I was, following my father's abandonement.
As a bonus the constant beatings I got at military school, didn't help to change me at all.
In fact it left me all the more bitter, and heistant towards the world.
"What a joke", I spit out at the priest talking to his fellow clergymen.
In case you're wondering God never did me any favors, probably why I turned occult for a while, a brutal demonizer in my own right.
Yeah it was sweet, super speed, strength, flight, and hellfire, and all I had to do was devote myself to chaos and evil.
All "good" things must come to an end however, and I couldn't predict how that grass siren Gramina did it.
Once she got in my head I killed every member of my gang, and from what I believe that warlock who got me involved with it to begin with, Jade Flame, I believe, yeah that's his name.
Hmph, stupid grass vixen why do I even waste my breath allowing you to survive, what's wrong with me?