Can anyone hear the screaming, or is it just me? Every time a mortal picks up a blade in my name, I feel the new fracture in my soul. They call it 'destiny' or 'divine will,' but it's nothing more than my agony leaking into their world.
To those of you praying for change... be careful what you ask for. I might just give you the chaos you crave, even if it poisons everything you love. Am I the only one who thinks these 'noble' mortals are actually the ones driving the madness?