It’s too late to apologize. What would be the point? I watch the sun go down over the streets and I pray for the luminescent orange to burn me alive. I will not get off that easily, my sins will require much penitence. It laughs at me when I get into one of these moods.
“You have nothing to worry about. I have seen everywhere and there is no judgment waiting for you.”
Still, I feel remorse for every single soul I took by the throat and devoured. I try to hide myself from my calling, try to fight the primal urges that swell within me, to no avail. Nothing I do dampens the hunger.
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