Darkness.

It is the one word that can be used to sum up my entire existence. 

I've been around long enough to know that this statement is true.

I was created into this world - not born. 

I don't remember my life before I was molded into the form I've withheld for the past dozen centuries. I don't remember who I was or what I was like.

I remember the darkness.

Waking up to nothing but the cold, vindictive darkness. It was the only thing I could feel. 

Darkness.

And that was the only thing I ever felt as those demonic witches used me for their own bidding. Like a tool, not a person... a human. 

I suppose I no longer was but that didn't justify their actions. 

But alas, every story has a happy ending. Mine was slaughtering them all and earning my own freedom. 

I've built myself a name. A backbone. I built myself up.

But yet I am still surrounded by this suffocating darkness.