You were thirty-five when your soul was twisted black. A snarling, howling monster, you could no longer remember what it even felt like to live with the weight of the world suffocating you. It was like you had found the answer, the cure, the way. Your wretched soul was like divine light and sanity. The black smoke inside, your mark, your blade, they became your family. It had taken far too long, but finally you were free.
-You were by crossroadscastiel