I just want this nightmare to be over. I just want peace. I have lived on this earth for too long. I have seen cities collapse. I have seen worlds clash. I have seen empires rise and fall. I am so tired. Why did I have to turn out this way? My ritual was altered too far. My blood has turned to blackness. There's a hole inside me that I fear will never fill.

"I am empty." I mutter to myself.

"What was that?" The elf asks me.

I turn back to her.

"Just talking to myself." I say.

"You are a very strange creature." She moves her hand up my chest.

"So, I have been told." I say.

Days come to tiresome. Days became waisted as my life has never reached a peak or an end. I try to fill the void as much as possible. Doing anything, and everything that I possibly can. Taking on quests, drinking endlessly, fighting whoever and wherever, picking up any hooker in the streets- like this one. The elf moves her hand up my chest.

"Where did you get this strange mark?" She asks.

"You have neither the appetite or the mindset to stomach that answer." I say.

"What?" She stands up.

"I'm only saying your body is the only thing about you that is remotely qualified to live." I say.

"Eh, that's fucking true." She pounces on me like a cat.

I look up at her.

"Want to go another round?" She asks.

"I have nothing else to do." I answer.