A feeling of anger and confusion settled in his heart, madness seems to corrupt every cell of his tired brain. Why don't they understand his motives? He only wants to rid the world of evil, it makes no sense to protect something that is the cause of evil.

The hatred already present in his soul, knowing that he could not free himself so surely. Knowing that he would not have redemption for the things he did, the harm he caused to people and the world. How hypocritical of him, wanting to free the world from evil, causing even more evil.

Actions that once reminded him of an angel, but now, no one knows what is more, divided between good and evil, becoming a spiral, a fallen angel, blood running down in the form of chaos. In his hands, a blessing, human beings being a curse, for being the origin of evil, they do not deserve such protection.

Every day, every week, every month the same monotony. He wondered, "Why did everything go back to the same? All this at random...", doubts and more doubts in his already disturbed mind.

It was ironic, consuming curse, consuming something he despised, that was what made him strong. A broken mirror of fear. The voices shouted "Calm down, Geto!", however, calm was difficult to maintain.

He found himself trapped in the abyss, without realizing how deep it could be. The hatred present, growing more and more, feeding his contempt more and more.

Walking along the beach, feeling the cold sand on his bare feet. The soft glow of the moon illuminated his features full of exhaustion, his troubled mind not giving the boy any peace.

A heavy sigh left his lips, putting his hands in the pockets of his loose black pants; he felt his throat hurt, the urge to cry coming to the surface.

"Non-sorcerers... Despicable creatures who only serve to create evil...", he muttered with a voice full of hate, his words loaded with contempt. "In my hands a blessing... You are the curse. The cause of evil, you do not deserve protection." He muttered softly, feeling the colorless tears, but full of anger and pain, roll down his cheeks. Suguru Geto... What have you become?