“How sad… the cruel instant! Frail sight o' mine that not 
much can bear. For I sired, so tired, by the ageless that 
binds us in awe!
She wept their blood as the deity warfare unfolded. Such 
a scenario embraced by disorder and fright, an all 
engulfed in immense despair to his majesty's insane 
delight. For I sought what many denied, unholy the beast, 
working vile, his black spells of cynicism on this poor 
child of ours!”