I'm alone. And Darkness is all around me. My wish is for it all to end... But They are within my every thought. Here I cannot find peace.

Even now as I talk to you, they whisper. I am Demp. I have lived for uncounted seconds, uncounted minutes, uncounted hours. But I was born today. I have never seen a sunrise; my eyes opened after my son, set; I’ve only the night- this starless night. The night of my birth and reincarnation. I have no face, I have no skin, and I have nothing covering my scarred heart. I am Demp only because that’s what They called me. They; the shadows that dance within my mind's very thoughts. Twisting and laughing, echoing in mine ears until the world boils. That heat Impeaches my senses, and enrages what’s left of my soul. They still tempt me with freedom. They still tease me with their secretive whispers and tantalizing smiles. Asking, can I free myself? Smiling with their tainted smiles. I find I hate them.

Damn them, they have told me how to free myself. They spin their sunny words just so, to make the point ever so painfully clear. I have the key to my own cell, they murmur, but what will be the cost of opening that door? I once was afraid of that choice. But now, now that I have nothing to lose. I still cannot do it. I cannot let them go unpunished. I will not let them win so easily. I know the way out. But I will make them suffer their own game before I leave.

Each of them are reflected in the faces of those around me. I need to know what they know. Every waking moment I search. I have sworn that one-day I shall have more then they. Knowledge is power, and power is what I’ll need to beat them.

Myths, I hate them. Therefore I cannot turn to theology; it varies from too many facts. I have found one that I can sustain myself working within, and that shall appease me for now. True Fact, it is what the deep gnomes used. They discovered it and they used its power. But they are no more... So I must start from the beginning. The beginning is the study of life, in every form. I have searched my world for its every sign. And I have been not disappointed. Still, I find that there is something about this soul of life… something that I cannot separate myself from. I hear a call from within me. Do I need anything more? Am I missing something? What have I overlooked? When my mind calls upon these questions I find no answers but one. No. I live for my revenge, and I will not let tricks of the shadows waver my course. I will master them.

Painful my search has become. Now in this city… in this disgusting city I have located my foes, but it comes at a cost. Humans. They are all the same; they are ignorant, they want territory, they want to be the leader of their pack. They want what think they do not have. Only, they have no idea why they seek it. They guess, they imagine, they assume that when they have all of the things they don’t have, that their life will be different. Better. They are wrong. There is nothing left. We are waiting here to die. And Die we shall, it is the unavoidable cost of living… But first… I must get my revenge.

I have fought another battle in the sacred grove. Even there They still taunt me. They want to make the world as it was, before. I will not let them escape me; they have tired through the power of purple gems and magic. I did not allow them to succeed. They know my plan and they flee from me. For the first time I saw their image. They tried to hide within another, but vengeance gives me strength, and I consumed their hope. My breath is growing ever shorter, but their reactions prove the truth in my plan. Now as the day grows near its end, I shall wage their war. No longer shall I merely watch they. I shall become they, and force they to destroy one another in fear. They will not escape me. Only I hold the Key to my prison, and I've locked them inside with me.

Have I found my weapon? We will see... The rats shall guide me as one of them through their own world, the world of survival. I will need to gain my strength. The Runes within me have taken their toll. I tire too quickly… I must find another. I shall open the gates of hell and among them I shall find my place. The Devil will guide me towards my goal, and then she will guide me home. And They will only be able to watch in horror.

Advancements in my plan require practice. I shall need to study the dead, and the diseased. I will know their heart and I will understand its every beat. I must save these People from their own curse. Bickering they fight amongst each other, claiming to know whom and who is an enemy worth fighting. It is a merely an Illusion, there is no other side but greed. This disease will allow me to step up. Only amongst ruin shall the dead be free.

Vengeance, it impels me to act. It is a powerful tool of my momentum. But it only shepherds my own-scarred heart. They know this all too well. It only beats once among many. I will need another tool. I will need another way to learn what They know. I must find another, and I must dominate them so. I shall learn before I suffocate. And with each breath I shall command the True Fact to my advancement. Pity. I feel for the city… I pity them and They.

Enough! I shall use my own dreams and words to spread the truth. I will Drive that spear ever so homeward that no man doth forget the hole it rips in him. I shall become the aid of men. I shall learn of them and wage my war with They. I am ill inside. Any man or child can see without veil. I shall learn that disease, and I shall conquer it in all things. I will learn their tools and then I shall use them.

Nothing. That single truth. In the beginning there was once nothing. They had yet to find their power. I shall learn what they know. I shall start from the beginning. From nothing came life. And from life, comes everything. As if on the tip of knife, everything rests in balance. In knowing that a Knife will be my aid, and that medicine shall be my weights; I shall impede my death for now. I will learn what the humans call healing. I will purchase myself time, but never shall any of us escape that final misstep, the smile of the blade, the coffin of freedom, death.

Onward I urge you, my intricate web of weaved illusions. Now You shall be put to the test. Your strength is small, but your façade shall hide all misconceptions and half-truths. You know your path and together we shall walk it. They are with us my love. They watch and they know, but soon… Soon I shall be the only one knowing. My love, soon all the pain will be gone. Of that I promise. But I am alone.

Forget the Past. Envision your plan. Arrange your attack; Respond with passion and Press forever onward.