I enter my studio. I remove the bandages from my stub of an arm and begin to write as precious ink flows from my wound. I had to sneak past Abby, who left after seeing the brambles collapse. Fine by me, cause I have an itch to scratch.

I start a beat. The beat is menacing, has a techno feel to it as well in an odd but satisfying mix.

So now I've made it here,
To the point of no return.

A demon I shall become,
Yet my old self continues a struggle.

Just surrender yourself to the itch,
I'll kill Abby and Sour.

Nobody's ever gonna,
Get in my way again.

Did I'd think I'm ready,
To surrender myself to sin?

Well not quite yet,
There's still things left,

That must be written,
While I'm sane.

You have no will to protect Gen,
That's the only real reason I fight.

We can settle this,
Right here and now,

Just let me wrap up,
This chapter.

Sounds fair to me,
But prepare to fall.

The time has come,
Waited so long,

To finally become God.

No more emotion in my way,
There will be only power.

So take your time,
Prepare to die.

The time has come for demons.

I continue writing. I feel myself slipping away, I'll just have to keep stalling. I'm not ready, to surrender. I will at least go down with a fight...

And I just hope I can fight this alone...