It starts as all things do, a simple question. A desperate reply. “Yes, yes, I’ll do anything !” If only I can be free! Free from the previous desperation, free from the last answer that had led me there.

Limbo.

Weightless and submerged in a pool of your own selfishness. Yes, right where I belong.

But we’re selfish creatures aren’t we? All of us, human, immortal. All wrapped up in our own grief and pain. As if it’s worse here, where pain is gaged by the physical feeling of pain.

And I don’t know what I am now. Angel, Demon, Dead, Alive.

I know that I need energy, I know that I get that from you mortals. It’s a feast when you expire, do you know that? No, not yet. Of course there are other less... destructive ways. Ways that also lack in the adequate power to maintain a form. Yes, a form, an illusion. You see I burnt my last body. Useless to me now, forever.

Some of you, more prominently the immortals harbor traits that echo within my after I take from you, oftentimes the only manner of taking is blood. Blood, beautiful, Crimson, Flowing...

Though in theory I’ve stolen these traits.

I really ought to thank you all.

So you see it’s not the thirst, the need to glut myself on you all (Though I won't deny there are times I do enjoy it, it's my nature, loves.). I need to evolve. That’s why He made me. Mockery or innovation that I am. There are far worse things out there than myself.