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Chapter 2

Even Death has known despair in its ageless conquest over the living,
and so too have I. It came as a suprise, for I had believed that I had
shed any lingerning emotions that might have led to it long ago. A slew
of painful defeats at the hands of my cunning foes damaged the confidence
that I had built up. I felt the cold grip of despair as I had when I was
a hungry hatchling, and it was not easily shaken. In a decisive battle, I
fled to my dwelling in the cliffs above the Sea of Despair and remained
in hiding for several months. In that time I meditated upon all that my
eyes had seen, and every death I had dealt; I journeyed deep into my
faith and eventually found a firm foundation upon which I could finally
stand. I realized that what I had been before my 'crisis' was a seeker
of death, a seeker of despair, a student of things that I didn't understand
as fully as I could have. My spirits were raised by the knowledge that I
had truly come to understand what I was meant for. I understood, at last,
what it was to be an angel of death. My Lord seemed to have foreseen this
change in me, and was prepared to forgive my inability to sever my own
despair for a price. First he took my life, but I did not feel that it was
painful enough to be called a true punishment, so I offered forth the souls
I had gathered since my return, and he accepted it. For my unwavering
faith in Him, and my now unshakable determination, he dubbed me as his
Dark Knight, for all of the world to fear. It is my destiny, it is my sole
passion, and they will all know the fires of Beroxxus, and the blade of
his Dark Knight.