Wings of Despair
Wings of Despair
Eeeeek! Please, no! Don't kill me!
D-don't come near me! You're a Paladyn— you're friends with HER!
A sylvan woman...used a-arrows... The mirror! Everyone...in despair... Noooo, I don't want to die!
She's still near! She must be!
I was curious to see how the youngest Grand Paladyn in history had grown. Alas, I find you to be naught more than a hopeless disappointment.
And how long it has been, Elisanne? Ah, I did not wish to see you again, yet as this presents an opportunity to end your life, I cannot complain of it.
I despair for your faculties that you even feel the need to pose such a query.
Your proclivity for taking up the mantle of a knight in shining armor is repugnant, seventh scion. But I suppose it's no surprise from a puppet.
Do you truly think I will answer every fool query you think to toss my direction? How terrifically naive.
Your memory is despairingly weak. And further, you misunderstand.
I have not changed at all—I still act to protect justice and order. I have simply come to a new realization.
I now recognize the deception that the Ilian Church spreads across this world.
Your lack of understanding is further proof that you Paladyns yet cling to false justice.
The righteousness and justice that you tout is nothing more than convenient dogma.
The notion of universal equity is mere self-righteousness; the idea of a just world is but mistaken presumption.
Sinners float above this world awash in material possessions and glory while the good and pure die languishing in gutters. THIS is the truth of the world.
The doctrine of the Ilian Church averts its eyes from reality, preferring instead the false promise of salvation. Then they deign call obedience of that doctrine "order."
But however splendid the words one uses to hide the truth, people will still kill one another without hesitation if it means their own survival.
You brandish that lance at me and call it justice, but it is nothing more than a means to justify your own violent ends. I despair for you, Paladyn. Truly I do.
You poor, pitiful child. You have been cowed by putrid deception, unable to even question the false justice to which you cling so very fiercely.
Thus will I release you from that false justice, for I cannot ignore the plaintive wails of such a pitiful child.
I SAVED those people!
They lacked tenacity, and so went without salvation. Pain will later lead to happiness. These are the lies that hide the despair of reality.
The absence of salvation? Suffering? All of it is meaningless. This is the cruel yoke of our reality, and a lesson I made certain to teach them well.
Poor, pitiful Elisanne. It seems you also wish to avert your gaze from the cruel nature of reality.
I understand, for I was once very much the same. But you must accept despair, which means the time has come for me to liberate you from "justice."
The depths of your naivety are staggering.
But I will wrest you free of the deception you cling to! ...Feral Shroud, expand!
We are wings of judgment which unfurl in rejection of the deceit of this world! We are AGITO!
I will thrust you into the depths of despair!