Prologue
Blood. Rage. Torment. Disgust. Murder. Addiction. Vengeance.
I shed my blood for my people. I raged when they fell. The torment of watching them led me to disgust. I will murder everyone who stands in my way of vengeance. My addiction to war will not end until it is done.
I continue to watch and wait for a day that is not filled with bloodshed. That day, I do believe, will never come. Peace will never flourish in these lands. Peace will never exist until people know my story. My blight will not stop until they accept my kind like they accept the others. Can you answer me a simple question: What joy is there in this curse?