It has been three years since I looked into his eyes, waiting as the life faded from those glossy orbs. I did my best to forget that visage, that stark look of horror, but to no avail. As I felt his warm blood flow across my hands, his face was scorched into my mind. I still see him in my dreams, waiting for me on the other side. Waiting for his vengeance, as I had waited for mine. I managed to deny him; I refused to meet him on the other side. I cheated death, but immortality does not come without a price…

Each day I watch as my body decays, yet I grow stronger. My sanity fails me, yet my thoughts are clearer. I am dead, but I am also faster, smarter, more powerful than ever before. I have attained power greater than that which any mortal has experienced, yet I know that it was not worth it. What is left of my soul screams in regret. But that voice is fading... dying... as my humanity dies as well. I faintly remember what I felt before I thrust this immortality upon myself, before I killed him, before I ended my own life. It is the last thing that can bring a tear to these rotten eyes, but such emotions are dying with my soul. I wonder how long it will take to become apathetic to my damnation. How long until I forget what it means to be human?

I realize now that I was a fool. The vengeance that would have been wrought upon my soul after death is nothing compared to having my soul slowly amputated. Some pass through death and gain eternal life. I have passed through life and gained eternal death. All because of my cowardice, my stupidity, my ignorance. I was my own satan, condemning my soul to hell.

I damned myself.

But then again, haven't all of the fallen?