"Tired. Everytime I fight. Everytime I die. I keep getting tired. I need to curse has already cause me too much trouble. I must find my eternal rest."
I should have be dead, but this miserable world has decided to wake me up. Because of someone's greed, or fear, I can't rest. Tired of my life, and this responsability. Of everyone saying what I should and should not. I walk upon the land I once called home, but it isn't like I remembered. I must be the harbringer to bring the Lords of Cinder and light the flame, but everytime I fight, I do it by instict, not by pride or a cause, the only cause is that maybe after this, I cant get my rest.
I tried at the beggining to die again, but everytime I die, I just kept coming back, and the sadness and the exausting stays. I still have my old memories, and that is what it pains me the most. The ones I called friends, family, loved ones, all gone while I still walk this rotten Earth. Even if I rest alot, I just keep getting tired, fighting is the only thing that gives me some rest, because my mind is busy.
Having to face these legends, that have lost their minds or just afraid of fulffiling their duty, is really tiresome. Evertyime I face one, is like I have already seen them in another life. I need to rest, for I cannot handle this suffering for too long. Even if the firekeeper insits on continuing "my duty", i simply cannot find motivation other than death, for this curse has cause me too much trouble.
As I stand in front of an old royalty, I can only think that he is in front of rest. I do not like to make battles last lonf, for I must find my eternal rest. Thus, Aldrich, Devour of Gods, you shall just become another that will help me back to the place I came from.