I have killed many people over my long life. Men, women, children. None have escaped the shadows that I control.

It was only one tiny mistake that I made that changed my life forever. I underestimated her, and I would pay for my hubris. 

“For every death you have given, you will feel their pain.” What? “For every person you have killed, you will feel regret.” Wait, wait… “For every murder you have commited, you will know what you have done.” 

I don’t think this is going to be pretty.

The power leaves her voice as she continues in a softer tone. “I will give you back what you have lost, you will feel empathy again.”

Her power releases me and I fall to the ground.

Diana. That was her name. I will remember it.

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This story starts out somewhat dark, but it will lighten up after the first chapter. I tend to not enjoy the psychological tag too much since stories with the tag tend to be a little insane for my liking, but I feel that I would be remiss not putting it on this story, since a lot of it is about the psychology of the main character. All the content warnings are checked since I want to leave my options open to me for the future. I hope you enjoy.