A long time ago, I woke up and looked into the mirror. I came to realize that I didn't recognize the man looking back at me. I could see blood on his hands, and hatred in his eyes. For a while, I didn't like this person looking back at me. But there came a day where I woke up and looked in the mirror. The man with blood on his hands and hate in his eyes became familiar. I embraced what I had become, and the evils I had committed. With every new kill, more blood on my hands. And then came the day I realized.... ...Iliked the devil I had become.