4-6-2057

Dear diary,

today I took the 80th and 81st souls. Not a very productive day, but at least there are only 19 more until I get to see him again. Of course, that stupid superhero- the Ice Raven, or whatever his silly name is, keeps getting in my way. Someday I’m going to give that boy what he deserves. They all call him a hero, but they have no idea what he’s doing to me. He’s keeping me from the only person I truly need in this world. The “superhero” may be saving lives, but he’s making mine miserable.

At first I despised killing. It made me feel guilty. It made me feel like a monster. But as I took more innocent lives, I realized that it’s not so terrible. In fact, I’ve come to be fond of it. It feels so natural now, like walking or riding a bike. I made a promise to myself that no matter what happened, I would not enjoy what I had to do, but clearly, I went against my word. In my defense, I can’t be blamed entirely. When the whole world sees you as a villain, you have no choice but to become one. To conform to their expectations. Plus, it’s what he needs. 100 souls to revive him. A price I’m willing to pay. Everything will be so much better once he’s back with me. And who knows? Maybe when my beloved is back in this world, I’ll take more lives. Just for the fun of it. Because I am a monster. And I’ve learned to love it.