9. The Reaver's Appetite

I stormed through the chapel, the Reaver in hand, To butcher the heroes of a delusional land! Turel and Dumah, they fell to my wrath, As I painted in blood my historical path! Then I faced my past self, the arrogant knight, Holding the heart in the dim candle light. I thrust the physical blade through his chest, Putting the soul of the martyr to rest! The human was dead, but the victory broke, As the ghost of the Reaver suddenly awoke! The twin blades connected, the loop was complete, And the weapon turned back to enforce my defeat! The Reaver is hungry! It feeds on my soul! The weapon is taking complete, absolute control! I am the spirit! Encased in the steel! The horrific design that the cycles reveal! Devouring myself! Through the paradox loop! Falling a victim to the destiny's troop! The blade was inside me, it drank from my wraith, Destroying my body, devouring my faith! I realized the horror, the ultimate trap, My entire existence is a historical map! I am the entity trapped in the sword, The eternal prisoner, the weapon of the lord! But before the exhaustion could fully take hold, Kain ripped out the blade, as the portal unrolled! "History abhors a paradox, Raziel! By pulling the blade out, I have rewritten the script! The timeline is changing... the future is shifting! We have broken the wheel!" The Reaver is hungry! It feeds on my soul! The weapon is taking complete, absolute control! I am the spirit! Encased in the steel! The horrific design that the cycles reveal! Devouring myself! Through the paradox loop! Falling a victim to the destiny's troop! "Kain saved me from the blade... but the paradox altered the world. My energy was spent, fading back into the spectral fog. But now I knew the truth. I was the Reaver... and the history was far from written."