I hate life. I hate death. All that I am now is the creation of death. The destruction of life into death is a hard job. For the participant, it is the transference from one reality to another. But for the killer, the wear goes. My friends were leaving me everyday. Rachel began to fear all that was going on. She saw me come in everyday and she would just hold me while I cried for my fallen friends. I soon only had her. The hordes kept coming and we kept losing ground and men. I was quickly rising in power and rank. I soon became a general. My name was being mentioned in heaven as a challenger to Michelle. But I never wanted to leave my home. My Mystical. But the demons came to the walls, they came to the very home I loved. The final fight for the reign over Mystical was to begun. My final death was to begin.