My story
I was born in Mesopotamia. Cursed to become one of the damned by my own father. I have lived through the worlds wars, and I have seen its tears. Over the years I have made friends, and watched them die or vanish. I have learned that humans are pety creatures, always surviving off of each other. No matter what they thrive off of the pain of others. It sickens me, they crave for immortality, to become the damned. Pathetic.
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