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I have always had this ability for transforming people's minds. I do not know what I actually do, but it happens. I say one thing, and a person's consciousness is gone for a short moment in time, only to be found in the dark depths of an ever-void chasm. The abyss, they call it. My eyes. Many people are ever so fond of my looking glasses. They say that the sight just pulls them in, only to be brought back out by the sound of their own footsteps away from me. They become like a zombie, just a vassal that listens to my every whim. I could control them if I really wanted to, but I am kind enough not to.

The vassals that consume their days around me also think that I am very “beautiful,” as they say. Or “hot.” Sometimes I do not know what they squeal about; they just do not make any sense. Those are the people that I look at and make them disappear from my sights. Those are the people that I do not ever want to talk to. I just want my peace. Can you not look into my eyes and see that I need to be left alone? That is why I have to make them leave.

There is also the part about myself that people do not know, but you will have the pleasure of knowing. This is the reason why I need to alone, never to make companions. It will seem strange at first, but I am a ninja. I can hear your objections already. “A ninja? They do not exist anymore!” Oh, yes, they do. This is why those zombies do not know about my secret; it is because I am a ninja. The katana I am holding is my weapon of choice. It has helped me through many hardships that I have had to face by myself. I am employed by many rich people to do their bidding that is illegal in the “normal” world, but I will not get into that story for you. You may never want to talk to me again, which it might not faze me, but for now, it is tolerable that I talk to you.

Now that I have forced all of these ridiculous thoughts of mine into your head, you are probably thinking that I am a crazed man, in which I just want your sweet interest, but surely you have guessed by now that I am not fascinated at all by anyone. I truly never wanted your awareness of my consciousness, but you fortuitously saw my eyes, and looked straight into the depths of my own hell. Why are you still looking at me? Why am I fascinated by the reality that I am telling you my sad chronicle? Why do I enjoy this? One day you shall have to tell me your secret.

There was once this mortal that I took a liking to. She has softer eyes than I have ever had in my short existence. She was the one that pulled me into the depths of sky that held her spectacles, not I, who usually could, although with more hellish ways. Why she could embrace my eyes, I will never know, nor will I ever be able to find out. She somehow became special to me, and I to her. The comical part about this closeness with her is that I was sent to end her time. She was in the way of some lord, whom I did not fancy in the least. When I was taken into her mental grasp, I could not caress her body with my blade. The lord somehow saw what was occurring, and the woman that I had slowly become attached to was slain by another fiend. I was devastated, more than I have ever been in my many days and nights. She alone transformed my world and placed herself into her new creation. Yet she was torn from my sight, and I was never to see her again. Her beautiful soul went to heaven, and my soul, well, I am sure you know where that will be arriving.

I am now tired of talking to you about myself. I see no need to continue this horrid story that I have only come to like. I have come to bear what has happened in my history. You may think it was sad that my lady’s life was taken from this earth, yet I feel like it has given me something to atone for. I want to make up for her life, her spirit. I feel like I should continue living, even though I will never get a peek of her in the afterlife. I should continue living for her sake, so she can see through my looking glasses. She is living through my body and soul. This is why my eyes pull you in. I have two entities living within myself – my love’s soul, and myself.

Description
I have always had this ability for transforming people's minds. I do not know what I actually do, but it happens. I say one thing, and a person's consciousness is gone for a short moment in time, only to be found in the dark depths of an ever-void chasm. The abyss, they call it. My eyes. Many people are ever so fond of my looking glasses. They say that the sight just pulls them in, only to be brought back out by the sound of their own footsteps away from me. They become like a zombie, just a vassal that listens to my every whim. I could control them if I really wanted to, but I am kind enough not to.

The vassals that consume their days around me also think that I am very “beautiful,” as they say. Or “hot.” Sometimes I do not know what they squeal about; they just do not make any sense. Those are the people that I look at and make them disappear from my sights. Those are the people that I do not ever want to talk to. I just want my peace. Can you not look into my eyes and see that I need to be left alone? That is why I have to make them leave.

There is also the part about myself that people do not know, but you will have the pleasure of knowing. This is the reason why I need to alone, never to make companions. It will seem strange at first, but I am a ninja. I can hear your objections already. “A ninja? They do not exist anymore!” Oh, yes, they do. This is why those zombies do not know about my secret; it is because I am a ninja. The katana I am holding is my weapon of choice. It has helped me through many hardships that I have had to face by myself. I am employed by many rich people to do their bidding that is illegal in the “normal” world, but I will not get into that story for you. You may never want to talk to me again, which it might not faze me, but for now, it is tolerable that I talk to you.

Now that I have forced all of these ridiculous thoughts of mine into your head, you are probably thinking that I am a crazed man, in which I just want your sweet interest, but surely you have guessed by now that I am not fascinated at all by anyone. I truly never wanted your awareness of my consciousness, but you fortuitously saw my eyes, and looked straight into the depths of my own hell. Why are you still looking at me? Why am I fascinated by the reality that I am telling you my sad chronicle? Why do I enjoy this? One day you shall have to tell me your secret.

There was once this mortal that I took a liking to. She has softer eyes than I have ever had in my short existence. She was the one that pulled me into the depths of sky that held her spectacles, not I, who usually could, although with more hellish ways. Why she could embrace my eyes, I will never know, nor will I ever be able to find out. She somehow became special to me, and I to her. The comical part about this closeness with her is that I was sent to end her time. She was in the way of some lord, whom I did not fancy in the least. When I was taken into her mental grasp, I could not caress her body with my blade. The lord somehow saw what was occurring, and the woman that I had slowly become attached to was slain by another fiend. I was devastated, more than I have ever been in my many days and nights. She alone transformed my world and placed herself into her new creation. Yet she was torn from my sight, and I was never to see her again. Her beautiful soul went to heaven, and my soul, well, I am sure you know where that will be arriving.

I am now tired of talking to you about myself. I see no need to continue this horrid story that I have only come to like. I have come to bear what has happened in my history. You may think it was sad that my lady’s life was taken from this earth, yet I feel like it has given me something to atone for. I want to make up for her life, her spirit. I feel like I should continue living, even though I will never get a peek of her in the afterlife. I should continue living for her sake, so she can see through my looking glasses. She is living through my body and soul. This is why my eyes pull you in. I have two entities living within myself – my love’s soul, and myself.