I had so much hate for you.
I actually thought I wanted to kill you.
Now I'm at peace with you.
Now at peace with my scars created by you.
I actually feel sorry for you.
A mind so broken Lucifer would hide from you.
What did this to you?
Who injected the syrup of pure evil into you?
I wonder what blackened your mind and made a monster out of you.
Then again... I don't actually care about you.