I stroll the park watching the streets and houses around me for signs of trouble. I am precieved as the hound of Hell claim the souls of all the wicked and dragging them down to hell. How I came to be precieved this way is beyond my knowledge but I am far from a hound of hell. I am a watchful guardian and protector that guards the people from harm and battles evil. Yet when people speak about e they tell of my devotion to the precieved saint of their world the Lord of Nightmares. They say I call him master and obey only his wishes. Once again I hate that word Master. I am no slave of anyone. I serve the people and no one else. I am thrown against a tree and a hologram of the Lord of Nightmares appears beside me.<br/><br/>"Learn your place savage, I am your master, you obey me. You do only as I say, not what you wish to do, understood, Prince, he hisses in my ears. Then he launches me through the air and crashing into a tree. I collapse against the ground with blood running down the surface of my mask. Remember who you are, you are the Fist, the enforcer, the Judge.  You have not emotion. You are the Grim Reaper of Justice. You are a contract killer. You kill on my word."<br/><br/>I growl and strike out at the hologram only to pass right through it. "Silence you bastard, I am no longer the dog that licks your boots and does as you say. I am Prince, the guardian of the people. I am my own man now. Too long have you lived off me like a parasite. Too long have I bloodied my paws for. No longer, as of now I am Prince, the protector.<br/><br/>I howl in agony and fall to my knees beside the hologram. Blood spills from my mouth as I speak.<br/>"My master..."