My power is my owner's desire. My story is an unbalanced scale. I get filled with the purest of lights but also tarnished with the overpowering darkness. My past life as a guardian of hope fighting a gang of demons. I transfer my soul with my enemy. My shellis stone body with a hole threw my chest reflects off the limestone cave my body remains. I am merely a tool fueled by death and blood. I can restore people's lives, but I can bring them to their end. I can be saved. Saved by granting the right wish. Please end my rain of causing pain. I must leave and be free. Please purify me so I may be free.      

-The End-