The damned yet honorable dead, whose soul was lost, rebound, and then purged of evil, who despite falling into the depths of hell, was given the blade of heaven.
A living paradox, who cannot exist, yet does, who should of never existed, born of Adam's rib, yet no rib was taken.
A mirror that doesn't reflect you, but rather that which you wish to hide underneath.
One that is neither human nor monster, yet is both.
A man who once had the blood of Hercules coursing through their veins.
A map that marks a way to nothing, which has become something.
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The damned yet honorable dead, whose soul was lost, rebound, and then purged of evil, who despite falling into the depths of hell, was given the blade of heaven.
A living paradox, who cannot exist, yet does, who should of never existed, born of Adam's rib, yet no rib was taken.
A mirror that doesn't reflect you, but rather that which you wish to hide underneath.
One that is neither human nor monster, yet is both.
A man who once had the blood of Hercules coursing through their veins.
A map that marks a way to nothing, which has become something.
... Might be missing something.