Goddess of Death

I saw her. I stalked her. I became obsessed. I found the demons she was fighting and concocted a plan to help her purge them--the same way I purged mine all those years ago. I was going to make her a monster like me. Just. Like. Me. I'd make her kill until she relented and became the goddess of death I knew she could be. Why? Because I wasn't going to stop killing and I was never letting her go, even if I had to chain her in my basement. She. Was. Mine.