Debiru, my Debiru, where hast thou gone my Debiru? Oh, how much have I missed you my Debiru, yet, I knew that your misery is what that drove you away, your sadness which you kept to yourself and your pain, until it was almost unbearable for you to keep holding it back. Even then did you keep your sorrow to yourself, hiding it away from the rest of the world even while you dwelled within the depths of your own loneliness, crying out silently your despair that would never be heard and your hatred, which man had planted within your heart and soul. Beneath man’s hatred for you, you withered, withdrawing yourself into darkness you hid, letting all other feelings of yours escape you, except for your anger, hatred, and rage. You let your darkness engulf and control you, your thirst for revenge drove you to shed your humanity and everything at all costs that withstood in your path, a path you now would never stray from, not matter where it was that it would lead you. Yet, I will always remember you my Debiru, with your heart now as dark as night, and your soul as black as death plagued by the evils of the world. Debiru, I know of what you are, which you revealed to me with your emotionless black eyes carved from the likes of ice, and with your emotionless face chiseled from stone, but did your eyes fall upon me with feelings of despise? As a demon hidden within a disguise? Debiru, my Debiru, hast thou’s journey brought thou to traverse through foreign lands or died by that of enemy hands? Debiru, hast thou’s evil completely possess you? Debiru, sweet Debiru, is it so wrong to romance with evil? So wrong to dwell amongst demons? So wrong to embrace you? So wrong to find acceptance in what you are and your gift of darkness? Now I hear the voices Debiru, I hear them just as you do, and for you I will listen to them too. I will always remember you my Debiru, with your heart of stone that can feel nothing for anyone else, you seemed so inhuman, yet I know you bleed just as I do. Why did you have to leave Debiru? Was the burden of your hatred too much for you to carry any longer? Did you find your life a travesty and just a meager promise of forever foreboding death? Or has your own evil finally consumed you, driving you into darkness once more? Debiru as you departed from this world I knew not even death’s lingering shadow that fell over you could ever destroy you, nor the fear of it drive you aback from pursuing your destiny. Debiru, you fear not death for you are death, born of darkness as an angel of death, created to be all life’s destroyer, and tragically your own. Yet, even after I discovered this I will always willingly embrace you. You loved the color crimson Debiru, so you spilt the beautiful color upon the earth, upon you, to let the world wash with crimson and become beautiful too. Fire also fascinated you Debiru, its flames like a living thing to you, your fascination gleaming brightly in your obsidian eyes, for you had realized and recognized it as a thing you had complete control over, a thing you cold allow to live or put to death at a whim with your icy glare. You felt you had complete control of your life, your destiny, Debiru, even when you had already lost control, oh so long ago, although you had not yet come to realize it. Born of darkness, born of hate, the act of killing thrilled you Debiru, the blood of those who you have slain stained your hands, even if it was the blood of the innocent that stained your hands you still found it as what was meant to be done, for death came to all, you knew, both for those guilty and those innocent, it all gave you a wonderful thrill, in your lust for murder, your lust to kill. Which brought on an emotionless passion toward your actions, your fierce hate. At times I would wonder, did you ever think it possible for you to be wrong Debiru? That you were truly lost in your lonely world of pain, dominated by your madness and hate? That you were only a single pawn in fate’s ironic game? Debiru, you often wondered why life was such a torment for you, and why all this pain had to belong only to you, while everyone else around you lead lives filled with happiness, while all you had was your distress. Debiru, did no one hear your silent cries of despair and pain, or see how it was slowly driving you to the point of being insane? Debiru, you wanted so much for what you could not have, traveling to the depths of your blackened soul, tearing yourself apart to obtain what was never really yours. Debiru, gift of demons, gift of darkness, gift of evil, gift of death, I will always remember you as the way you were, as an angel of death, whose eyes were the only place to see the truth behind your lies, and the true origin of your fathomless despise. You had already come to realize what you had become Debiru, yet you accepted it as your fate, as the way things were meant to be, but it no longer mattered to you, for no guilt could ever taint your soul, a soul that no longer belonged to you, but to the demons you willingly offered yourself to. I always thought you could see everything Debiru, but why could you not see what would become of you, destroy you? How could you not see the truth behind your own lies? Lies you kept telling to yourself to assure you you were right. As an Angel of Death your power surpassed that of any other’s, you transcended to a level even beyond your master’s expectations of you, bringing death to all those who would dare to oppose you, and even those who did not. The entire world was your enemy Debiru, you were friend to none and enemy to all life, so you brought chaos upon the world and all who dwelt upon it, causing fierce battles and terrible slaughter amongst the people until the earth ran red with blood, and still you continued on with your course of destruction, even if it would soon lead to your own. Could you not yet see your own impending doom? You had at long last found a meaning to your life Debiru, something that gave you a purpose, other than be ravaged by torment, instead you would bring torment to others, to complete your destiny and unleash your uncontrollable anger. Did you know though Debiru, that even angels of death too must also die? No matter how much power they possess, did you not realize your life was so short lived? Did you not know you were going to die? No matter how much you defied your fate, it was all going to end for you, and nothing you could do, nor say could save you? Were you just another lost cause to begin with? Or just another sacrifice the world must make to assure the survival of all other life? I knew in reality you feared death Debiru, no matter how well hidden you kept your fears, you still would deny that death would ever come to claim you, you did not want to die, how could the world exist without you? The truth was truly too cruel to be a reality for you Debiru, you wanted to live for all eternity just as the gods who had denied you everlasting life and peace. Why was fate so unfair to you my Debiru? You did not want to die, but you knew that you would Debiru, and you dreaded the day when it would come to pass. Why did you have to die when everyone else could live? You could not even bare the thought of it. So one day you decided Debiru, that if you alone must die that the entire world too must also die with you. So now you sought the world’s destruction, so you alone would not be the only one to die, but all other life would perish with you. How ironic had things turned upon you Debiru, an irony that would not just kill you, but utterly destroy you, putting at long last your tortured soul to rest. The day drew nearer to your death Debiru, the thoughts of it infuriating you. Why did this have to happen to you? Already the glory of your life began shattering all around you, leaving you to walk through the shattered fragments, trying once again to piece things back together, when they would never become complete ever again. You cried out silently in utter despair, in the darkness of your own soul, now your prison, your own hell, tragedy striking you down again. The day of your death had finally come Debiru, your moment to kill the world awaiting you. On the dawn of that dreadful day, with the last of your life slowly coming to decay, you knew the time had finally at long last arrived, the time that you could no longer deny, the time my Debiru, for you to die.

Now, you would finally have the chance to finally face your destiny, and in your destruction you would leave behind your legacy. In the end though, you could not bring the world to destruction, realizing instead what it was that brought you to live such a tragedy, but now it was far too late for this realization. The last of your life flowing from you in streams of crimson, the color you had grown to love, the color of life, the color of death, now staining the earth beneath your knees as your heart raced, and your breathing grew heavy. You completely collapsed upon the earth, death’s shadow now slowly embracing you, and still the fear of death tormented you, to the point you nearly lost your sanity. Slowly though you accepted death, it’s cold embrace putting your soul to eternal rest, for you realized now life was far more crueler than death, and you just wanted it all to end, even if it meant the end of you. So now your heartbeat grows slower, your breath heavier, and your eyes slowly begin to turn to glass, but still your body fights for life, even when your soul had already long since died, you look one last time at the world around you, the world you had spared, the world of darkness, of cruelty, and despair. You then closed your eyes and slipped away, the last of your breath escaping your lips, the beating of your heart now silent, marking the end of your life, that was so bittersweet. Death took you from this unforgiving world, but even after death took you my sweet Debiru, I knew that peace would never come for you, now your journey to the netherworld lay awaiting you. At the end though I knew the evil that created you, ’twas the faults of humanity that created you, my Debiru. Yet, the truth of the circumstances of your birth you took with you, forbidden truths that were never meant to be known. Now though, you lay sleeping my sweet Debiru, your own evil is what killed you, but as you lay now, all life gone, the demon you had become Debiru,

Will live on.