"O Satan, my soul is broken and my heart is now of stone. I have nothing but the remaining tears of my heart to trade."
Hell was now full, and the dead started to walk the Earth. A drop of blood appeared near my eye, and the divine light withing me forever disappeared. The world became obscure, but beyond the darkness, I could see through the hearts of people. I envied their lustful heartbeat - I desired their passionate desire to live.
I had been chosen to explore the darkest path of misery, and I thanked the Dark Lord for his blessing: the ability to understand my feelings without being affected by them. Through the wall next to my bed, I could feel their presence: the woman I loved, with another man on the same bed.
We suffer because we choose to.
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