May you stand with the elite of the fallen my friend.Conquest is made of the ashes of one's enemies.
I have walked the paths; the shadowed roads that led to terror's breast. I have plumbed the depths of hatred's womb and scaled destruction's crest.
For every secret left unveiled, for every power learned, I'd sell the remnants of my soul, regardless of how it burned. And still I sought a higher wisdom few could have attained. Though I found it, it would leave me - broken, damned, and drained.
For now I find this power gained is more unto a curse. My spirit burns with every spell and each irreverent verse. Despite this strength and knowledge earned, I have paid a heavy toll. Never should've traded power for my own immortal soul.
-C. Vincet Metzen