I struggle daily to separate what I am, and what I should be.
Some look to me to lead them, others claim that I have destroyed them.
I am a demon. I was born of flame and hatred, heat and wrath, burns and jealousy.
Another side of me exists, that one day I hope to reconcile with.
The side of me that won't allow me to watch murder, or torture. That pushes me to better the world around me, myself, and those I know.
Can a demon love? And cry true tears when this love goes unrequited?
Perhaps. Perhaps not.
Time will show me these answers.
Kenta's Thoughts and Minor Ramblings
A collection of random thoughts, some specific stuff, more than likely a smattering of irrelevant garbage just to earn more gold in a day. Perhaps you'll find some insight to my hidden side in here too? ... ...Kinda doubt it though...