Intro:
Man, life has always been a rollercoaster ride for me. Demons to fight, battles to win, and loved ones to protect. It's never easy being the one who stands between humanity and the forces of Hell itself. But hey, someone's got to do it, right? That someone just happens to be me - Nero.
The Constant Struggle
Every day is a constant struggle against my own demons as well. No, I'm not talking about literal demons here; I'm talking about the ones that reside deep within my own mind and heart. You see, ever since that incident in Red Grave City where I lost my arm and gained this fancy Devil Bringer thingy instead - things have never been quite the same.
The Loss of Control
At first glance, you might think having this demonic power at your disposal would be pretty cool - like some sort of supernatural weapon or something. Well let me tell you something buddy - it ain't all sunshine and rainbows.
It's hard enough trying to control these powers when fighting off waves upon waves of demon scum trying their best to gnaw on your face. But what makes it even harder is when those powers start taking over without warning or reason.
A Battle Within
There have been times when I've felt like two different people trapped in one body – the human side desperately struggling for control while the demonic side threatens to consume everything in its path.
I can feel it clawing at my insides sometimes – an unrelenting hunger for destruction that grows with every passing moment. It scares me…terrifies me even...knowing that there's a part of myself capable of such darkness lurking beneath the surface.