January 23rd, 1492

What do I stand for? I don’t know. I see the ghosts of so many I have killed. The demons, the humans… I kill more than those I write about. I see them. They haunt me. What do I stand for? Sometimes even I don’t know. But I wake up every day and fight. I wake up every day and pray for a chance at redemption. A redemption I know my soul will never see. I know that now. But I still get up. I still fight. I still pray. I still believe. My brothers… I will never see again… What do I stand for? Someone… something… please tell me! I don’t know who I am. I see the ghosts of those I have destroyed. Who am I? What am I? Darkness is spreading through me…