God complex. Devil Complex...

You're some kind of devil. You survive on other people's souls. You don't care about anyone. You walk by and bodies fall from the sky. They were people. They were alive. But you let them die. You appeared and drained them all. They still walk among us. But they don't breathe. They don't have scents. Or voices. Or eyes. Every time you get a new soul, your body leaves the previous one behind. And you take the new victim's brain, 'cause you can't think without it. I'm thinking for you. I'm somehow controlling you. I'm the mastermind behind all this catastrophe. I hate now knowing why. I hate being the one to blame. If I hadn't been there... you'd be different today. I turned you into the monster you are today. And fed you until you grew enough to kill on your own, the way I used to do. It's like a generation thing. There's always one of us. It used to be me. When I couldn't do it any more, it was your turn. So I trained you, and it was the best training anyone could ever get. I trained you and turned you into a killer. You are now a killing machine.

- Written on December 12, 2013.