There was Slaughter, and he disappeared as dust into the wind. There was the Lyon, who sought vengeance in the darkness, then found the light of love. There was the Jaguar, who was the darkness, but found the heart that saved his soul. There were so many. There were all who knew vengeance, who knew retribution, and they succumbed to the greatest weakness man or beast could ever know. They succumbed to the hearts they should have never possessed. And now, the forces of man’s greatest ally and his most cherished creator have looked down upon a heart that all have claimed to be black, to be without mercy or compassion, and felt Himself soften. For mercy resides in quantities that are vast while compassion slices His soul with each act of justice he’s forced to mete out. The one they call “Devil.”
