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Chapter 5

It comes as no great surprise to me, really, what has happened, though I'm sure
He would like to believe otherwise. The only surprise is how long it took Him,
knowing that I no longer wished such a thing. Though I didn't tell Him my fears,
I'm sure He sensed them. I'm sure He knew I didn't want the tattoo, and that is
precisely why He gave it to me.

My life is like one of those Epic tragedies. I'll have to write about it one
day. Perhaps it will be entertaining. The instance of the mark is simple enough
to tell. Ethelle had just finished having her discussion on the Fortress as we
had agreed, and the Imp showed up to poke fun at her late husband. Well,
naturally, I didn't want Him doing this, so I pulled out a statue I had of Him
and attempted to distract Him with it. Well, next thing I know, I'm marked, and
he's made a snide comment and left. Well, Ethelle isn't too worried, because
she knows He likes to do this sort of stuff to mess with people, but now I'm a
bit worried on the state of my soul.

Well, the best I can do is continue to live as selflessly as possible, and to
continue to live for my wife. It's tempting to get back into the religion, after
a century of trying to be one of His followers, but I will resist the temptation,
as I do not wish to bring harm to my one true love. The Gods may think I'm doing
all of this for myself, but truly, I do it for her. I could be happy living in
the Imp's afterlife. It has always been a part of who I am, but Tsyda means more
to me than everything else combined, and she is the one I dedicate my life to.
She is the one I worship. I won't let anyone harm her, especially myself, and I
won't let some Puppetmaster keep us apart.