The silence is deafening, the ground hard and cold underneath me as the flickering dying flame illuminates the empty darkness around me.

The man with truly nothing left.

I should want to cry, scream out into the heavens. Rage, destroy, anything to fill this void of nothingness but oddly I feel calm and serene alone in the black.

I’ve been here before.

A terrified kid surrounded by the embers of his world breaking apart left with nothing but hope and faith who had to quickly learn how to survive in a cold world.

He took the bruises, endured the pain and slowly dragged himself up out of the abyss. He found his purpose, embraced love as their hero, he even gained back the person he needed the most but he was forever looking over his shoulder waiting for the other shoe to drop.

Waiting for the moment he slipped and fell all the way back down.

It’s funny, the first time you lose it all, you become desperate. Willing to go to any lengths to gain what you lost and keep it this time that you lose yourself in the process.

The thrills you once so desired become weak amusements compared to the terror you have endured, but the need for more and more doesn’t fade but envelops every single part of you to the point you’d sell your very soul for a single moment of that rush.

The desire for control that you once lost to the point where you would weave a web through the subconscious of every living soul and become a greater villain then the monster you so despise.

The simple belief of a higher power and the need to believe in something greater that leads to overwhelming rage the moment someone refuses to follow your ideology like sheep because maybe deep down your faith isn’t as absolute as you wish it was.

The Hero, the Villain. The rush from their adoration, the disgust realizing what following it cost. And the realization that trying to have it all and keep it was what held you back in the first place.

Because be clown or priest or hunter, you all have something you refuse to let go of that will always hold you back. That no matter how much you want or need that power, you will never risk it all for that single moment.

Nothing will.

Nothing will be downed no matter what bombs you throw at it.

Nothing will be exposed as its past has fallen into ash before your eyes.

Nothing will believe in the wrath of your god as it shakes your faith to its very core.

As you all falter, as you all hit the limits of what you can sacrifice, I will risk it all to take that Invasion briefcase away from all of you.

Because I’ve been here before. The broken man who has nothing left, who lost everything to the price of Heroism.

And now there’s Nothing any of you can do to stop me from collecting what’s mine.