I stand here, wiping away the blood of this man. His blood is on my sword, my noble sword... my bastard sword, which has wept tears of blood, the blood of villians and heros. And, now, it is weeping its evil tears. Weeping the blood of this man, this man I once called comerade. This man whom I once called friend. I am lost, as lost as when I first started training to be an operative. I don't know what to do, or where to go, or how to do it. All I know... is that i am a monster. Government fashioned weapon, Government made monster. And I hate them for it. Now, it is my turn to hurt them. I don't know my name anymore. I used to have one, I'm sure of it. But... from the age of seven onward, all I knew were theharsh taskmasters of the Alliance. They brooked no failure at all. But... i am sure, deep within the darkest depths heart, my heart stained black by my actions, that whatever family I used to have is dead. The Alliandce doesn't like to have any "Loose ends." I am a hunted man. All my former allies... all my false friends, have turned against me. They are hunting me, like how I used to hunt others, before the Truth came out. Now, it is my turn to hunt them. Now, I am dead to the world, to all the wide 'verse. And I have no name. But, if I must be called something, then I will be known as what I now am, thanks to Malcolm Reynalds... may God bless his soul, because he will never bless mine. I am...a demon. And that shall be my name. No more, and no less than what I am. My name is Demon. And those who have wronged me, wronged everyone alive... will learn to tremble at every shadow, jump at every noise. They will learn to fear me, because they have created their own worst enemy.