I was born with the blood of purgatory, but I live under the holy light of heaven.
The book of blasphemy squirms in my hand, swallowing the curse of gods and demons and turning it into my power.
When the paladin's sword pierced my chest, I was smiling: "Your god was once more greedy than me."
The Lord of the Abyss whispers to me: "Be my sword and tear in pieces the paradise of false gods."
When I stood on the ruins of the Kingdom of God, my fingertips were wrapped around the last light and darkness of the world.
The cries of billions of believers became the cornerstone of my throne. I looked down at the broken stars and whispered:
"The new world does not need a god, it only needs a... Blasphemer."
