Knowing you are birth from chaos, bloodlust, and evil incarnate tends to give you a rather bleak outlook on life. The stars were losing their light and the galaxies raged as a result. This was one of many things plaguing me.
I was the ultimate tool, a piece to freeing Toya from my father’s clutches. I possessed infinite wisdom, a burden so heavy, my bones quaked from the pressure. However, these undertakings were minor, nothing comparable to the thing burdening me. There was an emptiness inside of me and it terrified me. With an uncle like death hanging around, it was only a matter of time, before I was consumed and lost among the cosmos, only to be a speck of dust to a once brilliant star.
But I wasn’t a star.