I'll sew you a new hand So that we can hold hands again. ❤ I'll give you my blood Though I just hope we're the same type... Let me put in your new eyes So that we can see the world again. ❤ I'll sew you some new legs. It's okay if you trip, I'll help you out. ❤ You were killed In protecting me From people who wanted to kill me. Hypocritical people and their so-called "Will of God." The people who killed you. I promise... I'LL KILL THEM ALL. I'll use them; their bodies as materials in fixing you. ❤ Everyone in the town's screaming. "Run away! There's a monster trying to kill us all!" Aren't you the people who made me like this? DO YOU REALLY THINK I'LL SHOW MERCY THIS TIME? Look my love, I kept my promise. No one's gonna hurt you anymore. ❤ I'm sorry I reek of blood... :( All that's left is the finishing touches. ❤ I'll give you a new heart. Make sure you keep me there forever. ❤ All that's left now... ...is just that incantation. F̵̨̖̟͖̦͙̰͎͓̑̉͆̀̾͒̕̕͝ͅu̶̢̡̢̲̳̗̱̹͉̅͊͗̇̇̕a̛̬̣͉̻͍̳͎̓̇̌̓̏ň̸̲̭͍͚̳̠͕̽̓́̀̔̆̔͟͜͞ͅt̷͇̰̖̤͇̳̋̐̉͗̐̃̊͌̕͢͠ͅe̵̡̛̝̹̺̤̩̰̩̅͒̀̅̆̎̈͟ l̷̙̜͓̙̙͙̏̋͆̇́̚͟͝ȕ̴͚͙͇̗͚̭̆͆͌̒̋̃̀̓́x̵̢̙͎͇̫͖̏̈́̈́̋̌͆̎̉̒ę̬̻̣̮͖̻͔͐̒̍̽͆̽͒̀̚͠m̸̟͈̱̳͎͙̪̒͋̊̍͞ͅf̷̢͓̫͉̬͇̗̰͇̌́̐́͂͜͡r̶͈͓͖̘̭̹̲͍͖̾̉̒͌̈͑͢e̴͍͎͙̣͎̺̼͎̣̬̍̒͋̑̾s̶̡̜̦͖̻̹̞̗̾̒̐̌͠t̛͓̼̗̲̱̾́̔͂̽̾̕͢͞͡a̶̢̛̳̠̩͕̪̋̈̇̎͜ͅ v̵͇͖̘̝̞̬͂̒̉͛͂͠e̢͍͎̫͇̱͈̒̔͋́͊̏͘̚͝͠s̶̮̮͍̤͉̤̒̓̋̚͘̚͘͟ţ̶̙̗͕̬͔̄͊̎̃̒͊͘͡ȩ̶͈̯͈̎̑̎̌͟͝͝͠ s͍̠̳̓̇͆̓͊̋̌͟͟͟͞a̶̬̞̺̫͎̪̖̿͗͆̐̊̐͗͟͡ͅm̙͍͖͓̯̓͑̑̎̈́̀͋́͡ͅf̧͙͍̦̭̳̺̈́͋̐̓̍̄̾̏̊į̴̠̪̪̝̃͆͋̄̏̑ḻ̶̨͎̟͚̜̮̇͆͐͛̆̓̓̋͟͢͡à̆͋͗́̾͞ Ȩ̴̛̯̬̹̍̉͑͌̓͋͜͝r̷̨̗̬͈͎̿͊́̉͆̍ȅ̷̦̫͕͓̞̲̠͙͓̋̍̎͡ņ̧͖͙̞̼̼͉̤̏́̊͂̈́́̋͠͝͠ṱ͚̮̼̮͔̮̰̽̈̈́̋̒͌̉̕͢ȩ͚̭̣̞͖̙̪̮͊̓̎̊́̄̆̕͜͡ c̡̯̖̖̘̀̒̏͆̀͆͘̚ǫ̧̰̟̘̳͖̯͔͛͗̄̔̌̎̄͞m̧̲͎͈̲̱̓̄̊̏̄̄̌̚ s̵̨͕̪̝̭͔̖̈́̃́͌͜͝͠͠t̷͍̹̩̟͊̓̄͆͘ͅe̸͚͖̹̻̥̲̙͔̙̓͂͋̕͢͡s̵̨̨͔̹̰̳̺̟̫͖̈́̌̑̓̇͗̔͝ĥ͎̮̦̹͖͕̅̄̆͗͡͞ v̥̦͕̱͙͈̭͙͙͓̇̔̓͆͗̒o̻͙͈̳̖̯̮̹̓̓͋̎͑̈̍̿͟͠͠ͅṳ̠̩͖̰̒̋̋͗̚ q̮͓̥̩̳͚̰̮̾͌̑̑̔̉̅̚͟͞ȅ̺̫̻̱̝́̀̂̇͌̐͡ń̠̺̫̯͈͍̈́̀̇͌͛̈́̅̾ț̯͔̞̥͆̇̍͐͠͝ã̘͈̳̥̳̻̃̀̏̌̄͒̋f̹͚͓̻̌̔̄̾̃͗̓͆͜a̵͈̼̬̙̘̳͑̒́͟͝͞l̢̛͇̭̗̦͆̌͋͋̓̊̉͘̚͢l̨͍͉̖̯̖̓̀̆̇̀͘͘͞a̵̡̡̡͎͊͆̈̀͑̊͘̚̕͜ m̢̟͉̼̤̩̯̻͔̊̋̍́̄̐̀͜͡ȁ̴̢͇̼̤̲̖̭͋́͋̓̕͟͟͜ S̴̡̨̛̘̣̺̞̺̽̽́̓̓͘i̵̤̯̹̰̤̺͗́̒̽̑́͊̓x̧̡͕̤͔͓̘̮̾̐̃̂͛͋͢ṳ̧̦̳̩̝̞͇̦͓͐̈́́̾̂͋͘͡n̷̜͇̭͍͈̗̥̉̿̓̅̚ g̸͓̦͙̭̯̈́́̉̉̒͡w̻̯̹̹̫͋̅̑͂͛͛̃̌͠a̴̧̧͍̦̰͙̯̓͂͂͗̀͘̕͜͝v̸̧͓͎͚̳̘̳͙̾̉̿̈́̂͊͋͜͞ͅ f̷̧̛̤͚̫͈̩̫̪̃́̉̍̚͝ǔ̸̢̧̬͖͍̫̼̤̽͒̓̀̄̒͠m̵̥͓̖̻̉͛̊̓͊̀̕͜͡͡͠ų̴̭͎̲̪̈̈́͗́̋̀̕͝͠o̴̭̗͎͙͉͌̓̓͒̾̅̃͝͡ a̡̢̟̜͉̗͊̀͋͗̚m̦̬̖̫̤͚̪͚͛̍͂̽̅ z̡̛̗͙̪̪̣̗͋̈̐͊̄͒͝͠͡ą̶͉̩̟͈̲̲͕͋̈́̌̓͗̐̓̽͜n̘͕͉̭̮̘͍͈̝̓͆́̀̽̉̓͡͡ţ̖͕̤̠̝̤̓̇̎̉͡͞͠͠a̡͈̺̗͈̪̫͒̾͆̓͆̑̀̊̔͟͡ŗ̫̖̙͎̣̀́̔͐̈́̑̑͗͜͢͝͞ͅͅḭ̝̗͙̯̬̏͊̎̔̕͘ͅa̷̗̪̩͖̖̟̒̅̆̾̊̌̿̊͝ g̨̡̢͔͇͈̺̾̓̔͂̊̎̋͑ȕ̴̪̜̣̪̫̅͂̑̕͟s̵̡̠̖̝̻̳͖͊̐̆͐͒͊͒̐͢͞͝ͅr̦̼̤̪̠̫͛͊͆̐͑̃͆͜ͅę̴̨̮̦͒͐͆̇͒͢͞t̴̛̻͍͉̞̹͂̈̌̀̊̅͗͡ͅn̢̰̮͚̳̬̫̠̪̭̋̌̇͑̍̍̚͠͡e͖̟̱̦͛̅͂̎̍̀̚͟ Ť̵̤̠͓̜̺͛̆̅͗͘u̷̬̬̪͉̠͌̃́̉̊̋̚o̷̘̤̼̼͇̼̦̼͈͈͆͂̅̐̍š̡͚͉̟̦̝͗̃̒͋͗͘͝ q̷̡̠̤̠͖̭̣̮̰̤̄́͆̕͡o̼̪͔̦̯͋̒̉̊́͌̀̕͝m̧̮̤̩͎͎̮̎̀̐̓̌͌ͅf̴̨̖̲̩̻͓̩̣́̓̄̂͘a̧̡̲̱͙̱͗͛̇̿̍̚͞ͅṇ̨̬̜́̀́̚͜͠ w̶̡̬͙̭̦̱͉̮̯̑̍́̃̇̏̓̓͟ȉ͚̞̭̮͈̫̰̱͕̾̓̉͆͊̒͛̓x͈͚̞̻̜̱͊̈́̐̿̀̏̌͟͡͞͡u̱̣̤̣̞̍̇̏̐̅͛n̢̛̗̤͖̞̱̩͌̇̈̌̎͐ă̵̠̪͖̮͕͔̻̟͉͋͆̿̏͐̎͠ é̡̨͕̣͉̹͖̠̆́̉̓̽͜ͅr̛̹̳̹̳̠̯̝̔̑͗̑̒̉̽̚͞ę̡̛̱̻̿̈́͋̕͜͝s̵̨̨͖̼̥̟̍̂̍̐̾́͆͒̓̐͟ḩ̸̛͓͖̺̘͉̪̓́̑̍̑̚͠ͅu̸̱͚̖̙̘̖̓̊̇͆̃̓̂̋͝ ȳ̵̻̥̣̜̥̒̽́͛͐̅͒ę̛̝̼͎̎̿͂̀͆̇͢͝n̬̫͈̭̥̹̜̫̹̾̈̎̈́̎́ģ̴̹̙̞͔̖̈̓͑͌͝ȩ̷͕̥̯̘̺͋̌̋̾̓̀̄̂͡ ļ̭͕̲̗͕̠͉̅̽͋͑̑͊̕ā̛̫̫͎͇͎̀͂͋̐̾̽̀͘͜x̵̨̡̖̫͕̬̩̐̿̽͛͆͐̐͠͡͝ͅè̹͈͖̲̮̣͊̀̚͢͟͞͡ And then you opened your eyes. I can feel again your warmth. Finally, could it be... ...a happily ever after? Though you don't have a soul anymore, I will always love you, now and forevermore. ❤ Though your body will rot constantly, I'm always here for you so don't worry. ❤

I'll sew you a new hand So that we can hold hands again. ❤ I'll give you my blood Though I just hope we're the same type... Let me put in your new eyes So that we can see the world again. ❤ I'll sew you some new legs. It's okay if you trip, I'll help you out. ❤ You were killed In protecting me From people who wanted to kill me. Hypocritical people and their so-called "Will of God." The people who killed you. I promise... I'LL KILL THEM ALL. I'll use them; their bodies as materials in fixing you. ❤ Everyone in the town's screaming. "Run away! There's a monster trying to kill us all!" Aren't you the people who made me like this? DO YOU REALLY THINK I'LL SHOW MERCY THIS TIME? Look my love, I kept my promise. No one's gonna hurt you anymore. ❤ I'm sorry I reek of blood... :( All that's left is the finishing touches. ❤ I'll give you a new heart. Make sure you keep me there forever. ❤ All that's left now... ...is just that incantation. F̵̨̖̟͖̦͙̰͎͓̑̉͆̀̾͒̕̕͝ͅu̶̢̡̢̲̳̗̱̹͉̅͊͗̇̇̕a̛̬̣͉̻͍̳͎̓̇̌̓̏ň̸̲̭͍͚̳̠͕̽̓́̀̔̆̔͟͜͞ͅt̷͇̰̖̤͇̳̋̐̉͗̐̃̊͌̕͢͠ͅe̵̡̛̝̹̺̤̩̰̩̅͒̀̅̆̎̈͟ l̷̙̜͓̙̙͙̏̋͆̇́̚͟͝ȕ̴͚͙͇̗͚̭̆͆͌̒̋̃̀̓́x̵̢̙͎͇̫͖̏̈́̈́̋̌͆̎̉̒ę̬̻̣̮͖̻͔͐̒̍̽͆̽͒̀̚͠m̸̟͈̱̳͎͙̪̒͋̊̍͞ͅf̷̢͓̫͉̬͇̗̰͇̌́̐́͂͜͡r̶͈͓͖̘̭̹̲͍͖̾̉̒͌̈͑͢e̴͍͎͙̣͎̺̼͎̣̬̍̒͋̑̾s̶̡̜̦͖̻̹̞̗̾̒̐̌͠t̛͓̼̗̲̱̾́̔͂̽̾̕͢͞͡a̶̢̛̳̠̩͕̪̋̈̇̎͜ͅ v̵͇͖̘̝̞̬͂̒̉͛͂͠e̢͍͎̫͇̱͈̒̔͋́͊̏͘̚͝͠s̶̮̮͍̤͉̤̒̓̋̚͘̚͘͟ţ̶̙̗͕̬͔̄͊̎̃̒͊͘͡ȩ̶͈̯͈̎̑̎̌͟͝͝͠ s͍̠̳̓̇͆̓͊̋̌͟͟͟͞a̶̬̞̺̫͎̪̖̿͗͆̐̊̐͗͟͡ͅm̙͍͖͓̯̓͑̑̎̈́̀͋́͡ͅf̧͙͍̦̭̳̺̈́͋̐̓̍̄̾̏̊į̴̠̪̪̝̃͆͋̄̏̑ḻ̶̨͎̟͚̜̮̇͆͐͛̆̓̓̋͟͢͡à̆͋͗́̾͞ Ȩ̴̛̯̬̹̍̉͑͌̓͋͜͝r̷̨̗̬͈͎̿͊́̉͆̍ȅ̷̦̫͕͓̞̲̠͙͓̋̍̎͡ņ̧͖͙̞̼̼͉̤̏́̊͂̈́́̋͠͝͠ṱ͚̮̼̮͔̮̰̽̈̈́̋̒͌̉̕͢ȩ͚̭̣̞͖̙̪̮͊̓̎̊́̄̆̕͜͡ c̡̯̖̖̘̀̒̏͆̀͆͘̚ǫ̧̰̟̘̳͖̯͔͛͗̄̔̌̎̄͞m̧̲͎͈̲̱̓̄̊̏̄̄̌̚ s̵̨͕̪̝̭͔̖̈́̃́͌͜͝͠͠t̷͍̹̩̟͊̓̄͆͘ͅe̸͚͖̹̻̥̲̙͔̙̓͂͋̕͢͡s̵̨̨͔̹̰̳̺̟̫͖̈́̌̑̓̇͗̔͝ĥ͎̮̦̹͖͕̅̄̆͗͡͞ v̥̦͕̱͙͈̭͙͙͓̇̔̓͆͗̒o̻͙͈̳̖̯̮̹̓̓͋̎͑̈̍̿͟͠͠ͅṳ̠̩͖̰̒̋̋͗̚ q̮͓̥̩̳͚̰̮̾͌̑̑̔̉̅̚͟͞ȅ̺̫̻̱̝́̀̂̇͌̐͡ń̠̺̫̯͈͍̈́̀̇͌͛̈́̅̾ț̯͔̞̥͆̇̍͐͠͝ã̘͈̳̥̳̻̃̀̏̌̄͒̋f̹͚͓̻̌̔̄̾̃͗̓͆͜a̵͈̼̬̙̘̳͑̒́͟͝͞l̢̛͇̭̗̦͆̌͋͋̓̊̉͘̚͢l̨͍͉̖̯̖̓̀̆̇̀͘͘͞a̵̡̡̡͎͊͆̈̀͑̊͘̚̕͜ m̢̟͉̼̤̩̯̻͔̊̋̍́̄̐̀͜͡ȁ̴̢͇̼̤̲̖̭͋́͋̓̕͟͟͜ S̴̡̨̛̘̣̺̞̺̽̽́̓̓͘i̵̤̯̹̰̤̺͗́̒̽̑́͊̓x̧̡͕̤͔͓̘̮̾̐̃̂͛͋͢ṳ̧̦̳̩̝̞͇̦͓͐̈́́̾̂͋͘͡n̷̜͇̭͍͈̗̥̉̿̓̅̚ g̸͓̦͙̭̯̈́́̉̉̒͡w̻̯̹̹̫͋̅̑͂͛͛̃̌͠a̴̧̧͍̦̰͙̯̓͂͂͗̀͘̕͜͝v̸̧͓͎͚̳̘̳͙̾̉̿̈́̂͊͋͜͞ͅ f̷̧̛̤͚̫͈̩̫̪̃́̉̍̚͝ǔ̸̢̧̬͖͍̫̼̤̽͒̓̀̄̒͠m̵̥͓̖̻̉͛̊̓͊̀̕͜͡͡͠ų̴̭͎̲̪̈̈́͗́̋̀̕͝͠o̴̭̗͎͙͉͌̓̓͒̾̅̃͝͡ a̡̢̟̜͉̗͊̀͋͗̚m̦̬̖̫̤͚̪͚͛̍͂̽̅ z̡̛̗͙̪̪̣̗͋̈̐͊̄͒͝͠͡ą̶͉̩̟͈̲̲͕͋̈́̌̓͗̐̓̽͜n̘͕͉̭̮̘͍͈̝̓͆́̀̽̉̓͡͡ţ̖͕̤̠̝̤̓̇̎̉͡͞͠͠a̡͈̺̗͈̪̫͒̾͆̓͆̑̀̊̔͟͡ŗ̫̖̙͎̣̀́̔͐̈́̑̑͗͜͢͝͞ͅͅḭ̝̗͙̯̬̏͊̎̔̕͘ͅa̷̗̪̩͖̖̟̒̅̆̾̊̌̿̊͝ g̨̡̢͔͇͈̺̾̓̔͂̊̎̋͑ȕ̴̪̜̣̪̫̅͂̑̕͟s̵̡̠̖̝̻̳͖͊̐̆͐͒͊͒̐͢͞͝ͅr̦̼̤̪̠̫͛͊͆̐͑̃͆͜ͅę̴̨̮̦͒͐͆̇͒͢͞t̴̛̻͍͉̞̹͂̈̌̀̊̅͗͡ͅn̢̰̮͚̳̬̫̠̪̭̋̌̇͑̍̍̚͠͡e͖̟̱̦͛̅͂̎̍̀̚͟ Ť̵̤̠͓̜̺͛̆̅͗͘u̷̬̬̪͉̠͌̃́̉̊̋̚o̷̘̤̼̼͇̼̦̼͈͈͆͂̅̐̍š̡͚͉̟̦̝͗̃̒͋͗͘͝ q̷̡̠̤̠͖̭̣̮̰̤̄́͆̕͡o̼̪͔̦̯͋̒̉̊́͌̀̕͝m̧̮̤̩͎͎̮̎̀̐̓̌͌ͅf̴̨̖̲̩̻͓̩̣́̓̄̂͘a̧̡̲̱͙̱͗͛̇̿̍̚͞ͅṇ̨̬̜́̀́̚͜͠ w̶̡̬͙̭̦̱͉̮̯̑̍́̃̇̏̓̓͟ȉ͚̞̭̮͈̫̰̱͕̾̓̉͆͊̒͛̓x͈͚̞̻̜̱͊̈́̐̿̀̏̌͟͡͞͡u̱̣̤̣̞̍̇̏̐̅͛n̢̛̗̤͖̞̱̩͌̇̈̌̎͐ă̵̠̪͖̮͕͔̻̟͉͋͆̿̏͐̎͠ é̡̨͕̣͉̹͖̠̆́̉̓̽͜ͅr̛̹̳̹̳̠̯̝̔̑͗̑̒̉̽̚͞ę̡̛̱̻̿̈́͋̕͜͝s̵̨̨͖̼̥̟̍̂̍̐̾́͆͒̓̐͟ḩ̸̛͓͖̺̘͉̪̓́̑̍̑̚͠ͅu̸̱͚̖̙̘̖̓̊̇͆̃̓̂̋͝ ȳ̵̻̥̣̜̥̒̽́͛͐̅͒ę̛̝̼͎̎̿͂̀͆̇͢͝n̬̫͈̭̥̹̜̫̹̾̈̎̈́̎́ģ̴̹̙̞͔̖̈̓͑͌͝ȩ̷͕̥̯̘̺͋̌̋̾̓̀̄̂͡ ļ̭͕̲̗͕̠͉̅̽͋͑̑͊̕ā̛̫̫͎͇͎̀͂͋̐̾̽̀͘͜x̵̨̡̖̫͕̬̩̐̿̽͛͆͐̐͠͡͝ͅè̹͈͖̲̮̣͊̀̚͢͟͞͡ And then you opened your eyes. I can feel again your warmth. Finally, could it be... ...a happily ever after? Though you don't have a soul anymore, I will always love you, now and forevermore. ❤ Though your body will rot constantly, I'm always here for you so don't worry. ❤