I was once the most devout knight until I was stripped of everything by the church and thrown into hell. They told me pain was a gift from God, but I discovered that it was just a stolen inheritance from God.
Crawling back from hell, I saw fear in my left eye and pain in my hand. I declare war on everything I have ever believed in.
When I finally stand before the truth, I no longer pursue destruction. I made a most blasphemous will - with my madness as witness and my demise as its seal.
I inherit all the pain in the world, and hereby declare: From now on, pain does not need to be bowed down, it only needs to be understood.
This is a lunatic's letter of challenge to God, and it is also the last gentle curse left by a saint to the world.
