Plundering all things.

One can either be evil, or good, no either belongs in the Heavens and Earth. Friendship shall we sold with a glass of wine, and torn with the dagger of greed. A sword that kills without thought, a shield for the weak. Anger that is unquenched by even the seas, and a heart consumed in the spirit of fate. One must fall toward the faith of fate, a Devil will still be born from the demons that stir his heart.