It was my own flesh and blood that condemned my immortal soul to these deepest, darkest recesses of hell itself in which I did reside.
Were it was a daily routine to endure pain and torment the likes of which you will never know.
You expect this hell to have weakened my resolve and will.
but the inverse of your desire did occur and has strengthened my being.
To the contrary of the image of strength you see.
I have been eroded to the stage of collapse.
You will not see this skeletal form of my heart.
Just the mask of health.
I have returned from the house of the damned.
Damn those who enter and bless those who leave.
I have strength of those who have passed before me.
Their will be done in my survival.
My will be done in your damnation.