The evil ones, the cold ones, the ones who take joy from vice, they are the ones who transform the angel soul into the phantom, the one who asks as an echo through the universe, "why?" Yet they were the prey who were too golden hearted to see that the one they loved bore fangs and claws, that their "reality" was a nightmare, a dungeon for the soul with chains of false emotion.
The phantom needed to comprehend that in a world that is chaotic and heading toward hell there is such a thing as brutality on the innocent for no more reason than the sickness of the emotionally indifferent seeking the only form of feeling left to them - the torture of others, power, greed. For there are times when there is no answer, yet if the soul listens closely enough, there is an apology from the light and a promise that one day heaven will come.
The phantom sought the comfort of answers to pains that were never questions, only the actions of the emotionally icy.
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