Life, once red-eyed and wild as fire, is now as cold and void of color as the white, drifted snow outside my window. Wasted and pitiful has this body become. A distorted version of the champion that once aroused a terrible fear in men. Disgraced, belittled, romanticized and falsified they know not who I am. What I am. Or, that is to say, who and what I once was.
Man's greatest sin was to besmirch me. And is death through sin? Then may death spread amongst all men and may I be the one to bring it to them.
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