In this life, in my past ones, I've been called many names. My name becomes a mockery to others who don't know my powers. Despite the form I now am, I remember everything from my past; still feel pain from wounds long fa healed. Some call it destiny, other fate, but it's just life. I've passed from one life to the successivo without so much as minuti passing by. I've died many times, some da my own hands. Yet it seems this is my curse, my burden to carry. I have Lost all close to me only to have new ones be taken da death. I'm a devil, a monster, a necromancer. I deserve nothing. Because of me, many important people in history and many others died. I've even killed those I knew. To live and relive is no joke nor is it anything but lonely. No matter the good te do, the power te cause, no one can bare it with te for long. This curse, this vile possession I alone carry, keeps everyone away. Those Ribelle - The Brave enough to try and get close are killed for their ignorance. For none can get close to darkness without fear. And fear has the power to kill. People say Amore is the strongest force in the world; I used to believe that. Yet I have seen Amore and watched it fade due to fear and erased da death. Even as I carry this burden, the darkness seeps in. The evil in a man's cuore that turns it to sin; it is fear. My burden chokes the very life from me, much as it choked the light, the love, I once believed in. To Amore brings vulnerability and that brings fear. But to live and to fear when all there is is light, that has been man's darkest hours. Hope and fear; a constant battle. A Lost cause. I've been known as many things. Today I am know da the name of what I bring; Terror. And fear is my burden.