If there is any that think they can go beyond my despair then let them try,
Ever since that day, I have lived a lie, the lie of living.
It wasn't me who was wrong, it was the world
the same one that is now in great peril
What do you do when there is an evil you cannot defeat? Win by any means
Do you stain your hands with evil to destroy evil? Do you survive by killing the weak and feeble?
Or do you remain steadfastly just and righteous, pretending evil is the rightist.
If strength is justice, then is powerlessness a crime?
I have signed a contract with a devil,
To defeat evil, I must become a greater evil
You can't change the world without getting your hands *****.
Perhaps this is what I have always wished for since that day. The loss and destruction of all. That's right, one must destroy before creating. In that case, if my conscience becomes a hindrance to me, then I will simply erase it. I have no other choice but to move forward.
This here is the foreword.