There are no born evil people in this world, only dead souls who are forced into desperate situations.
I once believed that the way of heaven is manifest and that people's hearts are kind, until I was betrayed by my loved ones, cast aside by the world, and pushed into the abyss of eternal destruction.
Since kind thoughts cannot buy a way out for life, and compassion cannot protect the people we want to protect,
Then I will tear my conscience to pieces, abandon my morality, wash away my hatred with blood, and stand up for my sins.
From then on,
I build my steps with bones, I pave the way with my sins,
Use thousands of infamy to build my supreme throne.
The world calls me a devil, fears me for being ruthless, hates me for being poisonous,
But I never need anyone's forgiveness, let alone anyone's redemption.
The way forward is hell, the way back is nothingness,
I walk alone, walking on my bones, without asking about the way back.
I don't want innocence, a good reputation, or an afterlife.
All I want is - life and death are up to me, and the world will bow to me.
