Blood and Song

The world is sick, and pale lights and scarlet nights are its symptoms. And I am the latest wound on its body. The Holy See wants to purify me, the esoteric religion wants to welcome me. Who should I trust? No, I don't believe anyone. I only believed what I saw in the cracks in the world - the betrayal that led to the fall of the gods, and the whispers of the curse within me: Either become a chess piece, or overturn the entire chess game.