Disquietude

Liberation.

You, sir, are a burden I must always carry with me.

Day or night, dusk or dawn, I will always carry your mark.

You have stolen my soul and created a demon of your own.

I have enough scars from you, enough marks.

The hurt I feel is nothing compared to the ferocity of the internal fight you shall always endure within yourself.

Deny it as you will, I see a battle beginning in your eyes.

Burn, fire demon, for the soul of an innocent has spurned you;

For I am no longer innocent.

Thanks to you, sir, I can now conjure my own fire.

~*Persæus*~