They call it Will of God, I call it
I deemed mine adventures at an end when I did awaken upon the shores of a most hellish realm.
Then came a fallen angel, shrouded in shadow, who spoke a final charge: Slay HIM, and I shall
restore thee to life.
What answer had I, but not the obvious one?
The Sinner
I once bore a name, yet those consumed by fear came to call me Inquisitor. I was never of the
Order, but rather their sword when needed… when summoned.
Now I bear this name as a reminder of those who betrayed me, and of the evil I once
was.
My sight is that bestowed by the malice of the capital sinners who rule Hell beneath the weight
of the unclimbable mountain of Purgatory. At its summit lie the golden halls of Paradise… or so
the lost souls I meet upon my path would have me believe.
And there, above it all, upon a silent throne with an empty view, sits HIM, awaiting
either my coming… or that of those who follow.
Trap their souls, play them
This fallen angel has granted me the power to bind the souls of those I defeat into cards, and to call upon them as allies in battle. Strange, yet fitting. The fallen angel is a gambler, proud and unyielding. And I am his latest wager.
Mind is the guts of a strategist
Terrors and majestic creatures await me at every misstep. They surpass my pitiful powers; they lay waste to the allies I summon. Yet I still call myself a tactician. In the world of the living, I felled every foe that stood before me. Not by brute force, nor by numbers, but by the belief that any enemy may be overcome, if one is cunning enough.
Rise, die, ascend
The Beyond is a strange place. One would think I paint this ascent an easy thing, yet I have died many times, and ever my soul awakens upon the shore. It is an endless torment; and yet, with each fall, I press further into the dark. Death itself seems my only ally, for it is the sole constant in this desolate realm. Is this the punishment I deserve for the suffering I have dealt the innocent?
Each time I recompose myself, I hear the same words: “Abandon all hope, ye who enter here.”
Let it be my burden, my purpose; my endless penance.
If any soul yet heeds my voice, will you lend me a guiding hand in this eternal quest?