In an instant, love was stolen from me, and with it, my once-hopeful perspective on life vanished into the abyss. Now, Vengeance's merciless grip defines my existence. My sole purpose to hunt down the man who turned my beloved into ashes, denying her any chance at resurrection. Living for thousands of years, my memories have become distant, slipping through my mind like time's sand through my fingers. I can only hold fragments at a time, mere snapshots of our love story that spanned nearly a millennium. Even after she's been gone for so long, she still possess my heart, the tattered remains of it. I'm getting sober now, training again, I will regain what I've lost, ensuring I have a chance of avenging my love, or joining her. I'm writing these books, to remember, to remember meeting Liva for the first time, our first kiss, the life we shared as we grew together. Writing this down while the feelings still have stories behind them, before they're just unknowable reactions to stimulas I can't understand.