Act 2: Dreg Heap Gospels
We look inside ourselves, at the sigil of men, we have taken to calling this brand 'darksign.' Only those who claim hearth in the below wear them on their hearts. Should we be considered guilty just for being born?
To truly understand the dark is to understand its converse, light needeth fuel. By that merit alone dark is more natural because nothing is required to sustain it. When the fuel runs out, all returns to it. Gods are gluttonous creatures that require sustenance, men need little else than freedom, be it an illusion. Our nature is that of choice, if we become unshackled from the god's 'love' then men, perceptibly, would choose the dark.
Men herald their brand as a gift 'cause he needn't fear death, what is a life of madness but hollow?
Ignorance stifles fear, and with trepidation none men will accept this life like cattle.
Twas once said 'the gods shackles are fragile,' and quite so. Their strength is precisely that, and perhaps the gods require sacrifice because they themselves run constantly from their own plight of mortality. Men were made to inherit this land, and we will conquer what is rightfully ours. To do so my wardens will have to become more than haggard executioners. Furthermore, our faith must ascend with knowledge, we have to believe we know what is true. This is a path that must be followed regardless of cost of life nor weight of action.
Three men of Thorolund relinquished each a luxurious bracelet with which white brilliance illuminates, though I have recently embraced a world of purity the light has given my pilgrimage comfort nonetheless. Throughout my travels I found the revenants of New Londo wandering around its battered rooks and drenched walks. Twas not by the abyss, for it produced no such creatures, rather men's own doing. Neigh, kings tempted by an old serpent with the strength to plunder life from their own kin. That cursed beast is an agent of discord, not a representative of the abyss and not fit to guide men.
I'm certain of it, men are turning on the other, madness begetting madness to keep our wits dull for herding, that is what the light does. That's all it is good for, because when our candles go out we are free to move about in the dark unbound from our shadows.