As the war finally ended I looked upon the little six year old cowering before me, screaming for her mother. Manah that little witch. I was going to give her a swift death but after her sins Verdelet convinced me otherwise. She should see the suffering her actions caused. I couldn't forgive her. For the death of my parents, for the turning of Inuart but mostly for the death of my sister. Her name will be synonymous in history with a mass murdering witch. If anybody told me that she was only a six year old girl I wouldn't have believed them, at least until I saw those soulless red eyes. The eyes of a sociopath that laughed as blood rained around her. She had to be stopped and I was the only one who could do it.
When I finally defeated her I was called Caim the hero, of the union, of the world. The irony was hilarious. As I fought to end lives for the sake of revenge I was called a hero. Back then I only though of revenge. I wanted to destroy the empire that had taken everything away from me. My parents, my home, even my sister's freedom. With the old goddess dead we had to bind my younger sister Furiae. In my state I couldn't even sense my sister's feelings. She was scarred to become the goddess, while she would do it if only because she adored me. I was a fool so wrapped up in vengeance that I sacrificed everything. By the time I realized it my sister was dead, my best friend and partner was made into the goddess, all my traveling companions were nowhere to be found, and I was empty.
I began my journey Verdelet tasked me with, showing Manah the true depths of her crimes. She saw more bodies than I can even remember. Some killed by the sword others by dragon, the carnage was brutal. I traveled years with her showing the atrocity committed by just a little girl. She became sick and quickly retreated into herself trying to block out the pain. I didn't care, by the time our journey ended I would kill her.
I could feel the strain on Angelus's body when she became the seal. The pain continued to increase while I was stuck wondering why. It overwhelmed me one day as I sunk into a ball. The witch had finally taken her chance in my defenseless state and stabbed my eye. When she saw I still stood she ran but Manah was no longer a concern of mine. Instead I focused on how the pain had come and knew there was only one was. A seal.
Verdelet that bastard. If the goddess isn't human then that paves the way to bind her more severely huh. I won't stand for it. The people of the world may hate me for it but I must free Angelus. I had sacrificed so much for the sake of revenge just once I would want to try and save something. To do good with noble intentions for a change.
If the people couldn't understand that they could rot in hell. Angelus wait for me. I'm coming.