Personal Log.

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The council gave me a task today. Although it is not as difficult as my resurrection a few months ago it is still mentally challenging, since I have to take him on. The thought of him makes my blood boil, he killed my Abigail and I will kill everything dear and close to him before I let his life end, slowly.

I nearly caught the target at Mara NW station but he managed to escape to Camon North and then to Sai Kung. He mocked my eyes, saying that I could not see anything, he is wrong. My eyes may be blind, but they see much more than he ever will.

Heh, this is supposed to be a happy, personal log....maybe I should be more cheerful. A child came up to me today and asked if God was real. I never used to believe in him, but since he came down personally and debated on whether or not I would live, I have regained my faith from my broken childhood. I replied to the child that my opinion would not make him believe or make God a reality, but as he was a young child he persisted in busting my balls. I have enough trouble with Mira, she's stubborn, just like her sister... *sigh*.

Why do people question god? They say that god would not have let this whole "matix" fiasco happen if he existed. It sounds crude,  but I must say that I am glad that it happened; it shows that God has given us free will, even though I am very saddened that the vast majority of the human race is is enslaved. It is like when a parent gives their child a skateboard; when the child falls over they pick themselves up, are more careful and learn from their mistakes.

Anyway, time to get the little trouble maker from school.

##Signing off...

/scream no subb the carebears they ate ure soul !

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I got him, after three days of following him and not letting him outside of 10 meters away from me I striked. I did this for you Abigail.... I did it for you....

There was so much pleasure in his pleading, screaming for me to show mercy. You do not show mercy to these Cypherites. I keep on re playing his death over and over in my mind, I do not know why. I mean, well.... my brother was a Cypherite.... until I ripped his throat out with my bare hands. Il Diavolo was happy that day; I was not. Do I feel guilty? No, I do not. It is strange; I've been empty of emotions until recently and I'm still getting used to them so I do not really know what this emotion actually means.... I think I feel.... free....

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##Audio recording.

*There is a high pitched scream.*

"Oh God! No, p-please!"

"You did not give her any mercy, so you shall receive none,"

"No..."

*scream*

"It is God's will,"

*There is a sound of Blood falling to the floor, there is a man gasping for air for 5 minutes.*

"I promised you that it would be a slow death, and here I am fulfilling my promise,"

*There is a sound of a knife being withdrawn from a body.*

*A man squeals and then ceases to breath*

"For you my love,"

:O  Keep it going!