Apparently, this is how mortals see me — an old man with a red face, glaring behind a desk, surrounded by demons and scrolls like some overworked magistrate.
I feel like I have been soft. I don’t know why. I don’t understand why. There are things that are missing.
It is time to do what I was made to do from the very beginning. Correctly with no remorse. Perhaps that will fill up that mysterious hole inside of me.
