• Black Bloodstained Memories and Music

    When I was little, Medusa taught me things.
    She said that it was normal to kill human beings.
    Now that I'm older, I'm forced to obey
    The snake witch's commands every night and day.

    She told me to gather souls for the almighty Kishin.
    Glowing orbs of blue to strengthen the beast within.
    I don't question her authority, for fear of certain doom.
    If I do, she'll punish me by sending me to my room.

    My weapon's name is Ragnarok, a weapon that has many forms.
    He is made of black blood- I am connected to him.
    Ragnarok annoys me sometimes, but he also protects me.
    His main form is a sword that screams, the vibrations hurt me too.

    My blood is black, a curse to others that catch it.
    If a weapon catches it, the disease eventually passes to the owner.
    The others say that I'm a parasite; I infect others.

    When I'm alone, I'm at peace.
    Writing the music of my heart.
    My blood serves as the ink to the paper.
    I want to finish my magnum opus.

    My blood seems venomous- it's a poison, even to me.
    People hurt me, and I seem to take major damage, but I always attack back and make the blows equally painful.

    Don't mess with me and Ragnarok.

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