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There are so many things I wish I couldn't say that were true. I didn't take part in the demise of thousands and millions of lives and the end of not only civilizations, but entire worlds. Complete genocide. That I'm not a walking plague or that I'm not destruction and death made flesh. The tears and screams of the innocent have long been silenced and only in dreams, or rather, nightmares do they ring for an eternity of endless injustice and pain that their perceptions of time were cut short. No tears or feelings of guilt shall be shared because there are none to be had at the outreached hands of the bringer of woe. I am not a slave yet I live a life of servitude and a longing of freedom that never seems to come and is the only thread that keeps me bound to existence. Love is frivouless and a concept for the weak, yet I long for the compassion of benevolence only to receive pain, deception and hatred bound tightly by the bonds of blood. I spit in the face of all and any gods who dare to gaze upon me and my often misunderstood reign of tyranny that leaves all scarred and grotesque from the backlash of a trillion cries from every abstact and diverse realm, of horror and sheer murder in his name. I'm shown no pity or sympathy, for who would give such aknowlegment to a tool. To a monster. I ride on wings of the ill-fated and destroy on souls forever damned to curse. Death would be such a sweet escape for those who could appreciate it's many paradise qualities, but to the undying it is a foul little devil that just points and laughs. I have not found my end in battle or in service, nor have I loved or been loved in return, yet I still linger and haunt and what it is I seek is always just beyond my grasp.

This is words from his own mouth...a very conflicted individual huh? This is just a basic colour job...I'll be doing an advanced version sooner or later.

Description
There are so many things I wish I couldn't say that were true. I didn't take part in the demise of thousands and millions of lives and the end of not only civilizations, but entire worlds. Complete genocide. That I'm not a walking plague or that I'm not destruction and death made flesh. The tears and screams of the innocent have long been silenced and only in dreams, or rather, nightmares do they ring for an eternity of endless injustice and pain that their perceptions of time were cut short. No tears or feelings of guilt shall be shared because there are none to be had at the outreached hands of the bringer of woe. I am not a slave yet I live a life of servitude and a longing of freedom that never seems to come and is the only thread that keeps me bound to existence. Love is frivouless and a concept for the weak, yet I long for the compassion of benevolence only to receive pain, deception and hatred bound tightly by the bonds of blood. I spit in the face of all and any gods who dare to gaze upon me and my often misunderstood reign of tyranny that leaves all scarred and grotesque from the backlash of a trillion cries from every abstact and diverse realm, of horror and sheer murder in his name. I'm shown no pity or sympathy, for who would give such aknowlegment to a tool. To a monster. I ride on wings of the ill-fated and destroy on souls forever damned to curse. Death would be such a sweet escape for those who could appreciate it's many paradise qualities, but to the undying it is a foul little devil that just points and laughs. I have not found my end in battle or in service, nor have I loved or been loved in return, yet I still linger and haunt and what it is I seek is always just beyond my grasp.

This is words from his own mouth...a very conflicted individual huh? This is just a basic colour job...I'll be doing an advanced version sooner or later.