Love Takes Many Forms, One of Which is Death

Who would have thought the person who gave birth to you or the person who should love and protect, to be the cause for the rest of your life you have to go through with hatred and curses.
Blood no longer means pain, neglect of pleasure, the sweet taste of hatred that has led me into a round of revenge, which, as I dig deeper, the stronger this feeling becomes.
'Kill!'
'Die!'