The Story of the Hosts

I Remember You

I remember it all, clear as life, unclouded as death.

We were so much more.

Purgore, if we were doomed to fight in every world...

I wish we never crossed paths with you.

I wish we were only with each other.

The two of us you have assimilated.

We were so much more.

The others were so much more.

Everyone could be so much more.

Yet you're evil.

You are cold, you are dark, you are nothing but the embodiment of doom.

I hate you.

I feel the drain in my heart.

I feel the pain you cause everyone.

Is this truly revenge for you?

For the dull emptiness in the hole that is in your chest?

For the love that living people bear, why must you be worse than any?

Worse than an angel.

Worse than a human.

Worse than a devil.

You are disgust.

You are disease.

You are not us, yet you use our image.

You take all that we mean and you spit on it.

You are taint.

You are horror.

You are unimaginable.

I could not wish my worst enemy upon you.

You are Monohost.