It is painful to be me.
I was born to be the Archangent, and till death, I can only be opposed to light, and to Skaia. I can only be opposed to fortune, to creation. I can only destroy.
Every day, I feel all the rage and hate that I am forced to so that I can serve my role in destroying Prospit, and I just want to break everything. I know that if I don't satisfy it, I will die, and that if I indulge it, I will be its slave.
I fear I can't hold on much longer.