Warrior of hell

Powerful in presence
The ability to never die
A perfect solider
Pleased to hear screams and cries
Once the student of knight
Sworn to never kill
Now he fights the shadows and demons
That he tires but never kills
Turned away form goodness
Swayed to serve the dark
Chaos was the first thing that he planned to start
Unlimited with power and hell as his will
No heart for caring
So there no need to sympathize
His eyes are merely welcomes
To a gaze and you die
Countless innocent people
Fallen to his blade why?
To him the blood is only water
That he spills on there grave
He is a monster a demon
Lost in his rage